a higher purpose...

The complacency of laziness – the art of laziness – relater – one who feels and finds solace in his comfort zone - in the home we have built for ourselves – in the rented space we seek to make ours for this brief time – we frame our pictures and hang them on walls and create a sense of ours – we seek to cover our lives in a layer of soothing familiarity – to escape from the fact that nothing is familiar – a new life a new home a new us – inevitable change defeated by framed movie posters and a collage of black and white still photographs – yet the unfamiliar isn’t altogether frightening – in fact it has become the perfect oasis of comfort – my new comfort – my beanbag replaced by an expensive couch and my sheesha and flat screen is now ours – individualism subverted for a better cause –a higher purpose – companionship – the kind that smells of fresh pine and freshly baked brown bread – the kind that you come home to each evening – and collapse in its manifold seductions of tranquility and belonging – and now you truly know what it means to come home – what home is – not just a collection of ikea – but a person with whom – home truly is – and then you realize that is isn’t about brick and mortar at all – but about who you share the space with – and then it doesn’t seem so criminal to think of moving on again – because you aren’t really moving on you’re just occupying some other space somewhere else – with the same person – home is where the heart is – home is where my heart is – her.