The good life holds the door open for me and I am only too happy to enter.

An arrangement of abundance, lust and unbridledness welcomes me and invites me to take a seat at the table. The pleasure falls comfortably into my lap, displacing my mind and taking it with it. I am beguiled by the sweet heaviness of this mood. It is opulent and round, as if no one could dissuade it from reveling in the here and now.

The preciousness of existence seems flawless to me, and I allow myself to be pampered by the moment of carefreeness.