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Skimmer-flight isn’t quite the same as rowing or riding. I expected more of it, but I think it’s not the same for me. I can’t forget myself in effort. Yes, the ground drops away, but it’s not as if my own muscles and bones made that happen.
Sweat-blinded, I row through the ache, I push to the point where exhilaration and pain are the same thing, where I am floating in a daze of endorphins, halfway between life and death in a divine dissociation.
Yes. That’s the place.
Anything that will take me there, I want.
Losing oneself in the effort is the real draw. From character interviews for upcoming project,The Clone’s Complaint (NaNo 2016).