Prisoners of Comfort

July 6, 2010


My in-laws have moved to a small town in Belgium called Temse. For reasons I don’t understand I keep thinking of the town and calling it Time. Like most European towns it is a mix of architecture from varias ages. It is very charming. When the sun is shining it might be the perfect place to live. But the sun does not always shine. And my experience living in a small town similar to Temse is that it can be boring. People pretty well do what they have always done. One day is the copy of the day before. People seem to be the prisoners of comfort.

(To someone who lives in a country where living conditions are harsh/dangerous that must sound like… bourgeois trite.)

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