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Last week I let Klein out late at night...

Nothing in itself, of course. But it was cold, wet, bleak and there was a lot of wind. Klein had her warm sweater on and I had my new quilted jacket with a cappuchon. Something I never really had. On the way I put on my cappuchon and that was nice and warm. As it were, I pulled myself back in my coat. Nothing more bothered by, dry warm and sheltered, even protected, so it felt.

Then I went back in my mind to that time when I wanted to sleep outside in a tent in bad weather and why actually...

It's the primitive. You need contradictions. If you are warm and dry in the house, then you do not think “Ohh, what am I enjoying!” If you're healthy, the same sheet a suit. It seems obvious and does not really derives pleasure from it. Until you get sick. When you do something again, you enjoy your walk to the mailbox, the first rusk you can keep inside. If you have a lot of money, there's nothing to spend it. Maybe it gives you a sense of guilt. It is much finer and gives much more satisfaction when you buy something you have had to save for. Or that by using your budget smartly, you can even have 5 euros left at the end of the week.


slaapmutsje

You need cold to enjoy a little warmth, poverty to feel your wealth, illness to experience health. No day without night, no life without death, no happiness without grief. They exist side by side. You need both. And the closer you get to what you don't feel comfortable with, the more you can enjoy the primitive luxury you can achieve. The dry spot in the tent. And that's the art.

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