The Gym /
Mark Twight’s gym back in the day.
I made myself on a thesis of destruction. I couldn’t become who I wanted or do what I imagined without first destroying what allowed me to recognize what I might be. I blew up what prevented me from becoming without erasing the vision and intelligence nurtured by my upbringing. So thank you, dad, on Father’s Day. You nourished, of course, but smothered with equal effect. So I found Nietzsche. He steered me toward the notion of “active nihilism” whereby I might raze myself in order to rebuild, to create and live life as my own work of art. This, ultimately, is what I hoped the gym would become: a place where individuals could self-destruct in order to become. And it did. It is. But every group becomes its own problem.