My chair

The chair that I sit in swivels 360º, its height is adjustable to various lengths of ergonomical comfort, it leans back with just the right resistance and it rocks a little more off axis by a few degrees. The first few features created by the principles driving the progress of man from the first time a wheel rolled. The idea of how to improve life, driven by laziness, the idea to make life easier and more comfortable. Looking at every day living, from the moment rising in the morning as the duvet made from feathers harvest on mass by machine, researched to being the best insulator, accompanied by the right mass to hug the contours of the body with the gentle touch of a mothers caress. Covered in a synthetic fiber designed on computers and chemical laboratories to to breath, but not absorb a scent. The polymercotton satin covers leave without a crease. The pillow cover follows shape, the slippers at the side of the bed developed to form the foot in the perfect shape, with no room to spare. The underfloor heating maintaining constant temperature- the perfect comfort level buried in the concrete filled with hollow beads to insulate the silence. Each step to the toilet transversing years of research and development. Each foot placed on millions of man hours since the dawn of knowledge, each foot placed near the pinnacle of its field. Then the bladder contracts and the waste products of our life are discarded. The first sign that we are still animals. The hair that makes us still beasts cut with the blades evolved from killing to survive, killing our history, killing our age. And so the day progress the luxuries expected, each its own evolution of past achievements brought on by intelligent men in institutes and garages, on kitchen tables, and restless nights. Whom with age gained respect and experience. Respect for wisdom. A slowly deteriorating attribute. For now this intelligence is driven for recognition, and with age and wisdom comes the opportunity to gain recognition, recognition by means of wealth. As minds are lost to money, the exponential growth of progress is leveled to modern society. And I sit in this chair, suffering its consequence.