Home Trainer - Domestic Corruption ⇒

At night, he lay on his back on the mat and watched ceiling shadows move like slow water. He thought of the purity he had once associated with a simple set of push-ups, with the early-morning breath that confirmed the world still existed and that he still occupied it. Now that breath came filtered through filters: apps, routines, strategies for optimization that promised to render him the best version of himself at a comfortable distance. The young man who began to run because he liked running seemed distant, a memory archived under obligations and curated proof.