Life suddenly started getting a whole lot better two nights ago when I gave up my res-approved mattress for the floor. My computer's been happy, the weekend came around, I found people who actually didn't mind discussing economic policy at 12 AM in a bar and discovered the best part of being in New York probably has a lot to do with being able to get French toast at a diner at 2 AM without needing to worry about the 98 B-line cancelling their last run.
These might just be the Chinese peasant genes kicking in, but the vast improvement makes me wonder whose brilliant idea it was to start using padded springs in the effort of "sleeping better". Is the idea of sleeping on the ground just unattractive or something? I find it strangely comforting, kind of like Jim Carrey getting bathed in the kitchen sink in Eternal Sunshine but without the monster gloved hands or the presence of Kate Winslet. Something to do with getting back to basics and eliminating the superstructural junk of life, but that's probably just my Marxist analytical gear going into overdrive.
These might just be the Chinese peasant genes kicking in, but the vast improvement makes me wonder whose brilliant idea it was to start using padded springs in the effort of "sleeping better". Is the idea of sleeping on the ground just unattractive or something? I find it strangely comforting, kind of like Jim Carrey getting bathed in the kitchen sink in Eternal Sunshine but without the monster gloved hands or the presence of Kate Winslet. Something to do with getting back to basics and eliminating the superstructural junk of life, but that's probably just my Marxist analytical gear going into overdrive.
