I’ve always found luxury some form of abuse. Comfort always seemed to me like an unnatural relationship between the body and the ambient. It’s always been involuntary and unconscious that the standard path is through distress. It’s one of the earliest hints of Trygve.
It’s just the way aftergoal levels me towards new heights to reach, the way I am always stripped from pride and overall state of well-being. It might sound like it’s against the idea of being determined to maintain a steady stride, but crossing rims of perception that make me realize there’s so much more left to go is a very important trait for me. Falling is part of the needed positive feedback to reach the expected state of mind.