What is comfort?
Comfort is four o’clock in the afternoon, stretched out on the sofa in a sweater, in the mild winter of Sydney, the window open. Pick up Milton’s Paradise Lost, then doze off after two minutes. Wake up to find the book lying flat on your stomach and look at the sun beginning to set and remember that you still have a long way to go. The moment shall not remain forever. It’s half-past four and it’s time to get that one-dollar gelato.