comfort

the feeling of comfort. sleeping in late even though you've already awakened, just to stay in bed and feel the soft sheets and your mind drifting aimlessly. comfort with familiar smell and sound that you know so well after a whole 8 months. all my possessions in the world in one place, this has never happened before for me.

comfort is like drinking rice porridge, it's so soothing and harmonious to my system. but bland. no excitement, no conflict, no sharp edges to irritate my skin. yes it is apparently a strictly dualistic world, no pleasure without pain, no release without build up, no excitement without boredom... no matter without space, no energy without staticity.

then comfort must be static matter, because it's good, you are not lacking, but at the same time, you are not satisfied because there's no motion