Biomechanics are our only way of physically existing in the world.
The trouble is, the office version of biomechanics cuts out most of what it can actually do.
It's like getting a free trial of yourself:
• half the features locked
• bugs that crash the whole thing
Becoming a slave to the geometry of the office chair, the body loses the vertical as a vector of force and capitulates to gravity.
Errors accumulate in the biomechanical code.
Physical inactivity deprives the nervous system of a clear map. The brain 'forgets' whole regions of the body's proprioception and stops activating muscles properly. The office classics: dead ass syndrome and core amnesia.
Yes, the system keeps running. But it runs on compensations—on crutches.
The price: muscular rigidity. The body locks up between chronic tension and no release. The control loop for torque, for storing and releasing energy—breaks.
Biomechanics becomes energetically expensive.
The brain's limbic system reads it as:
also-ran.
And begins to speak the language of cortisol.
Add to cortisol the disappearance of movement-generated biochemical signaling from skeletal muscle—known in physiology as myokine signaling—and a recognizable neuroendocrine profile of chronic depression begins to take shape.
As a result, the production of gonadotropin-releasing hormone and testosterone—the hormone of status and drive—crashes like the Dow Jones on Black Monday.
In my world-model, this version of biomechanics is marked with the code:
Flat Mode —
life below its natural note.
Flat Mode is not the only mode.
By Aleksandr Myshkin