When I think about what I would regret in my deathbed, if death was to meet me tomorrow, blowing its cold breath into my neck, it would be not sharing the journey of my body. It will come in time, but I must not procrastinate too much, or it will meet me unprepared.
For this, I record myself every now and then. I'm not being diligent, because I just want snapshoots between months. I'll eventually come to a point where I can explain what I'm doing, learning how to come into words without losing touch from the body. My next quest will be to speak as I move my body.
None of this shall be shared until it's ready. It's always a good idea to record myself, but from here on it shall remain a secret until its release.