thinking about mundane motions that now only live in memories, but the primal self has some strange desire to relive
like, i've slept in very different situations that were forced as normal; sidewalks, parking lots, cars, floors, chairs, closets... and then on the drive home from a late night at work i get the feeling "boy this car would be cozy to sleep in. you should do that tonight." but i got a loving cat and a comfortable bed now. there's no need; i'm not normally sleeping in a car anymore. but maybe i should, once more.