As I’m laying on my side in bed, as I always do (fuck [email protected]), browsing Lemmy, I feel the need to get a pillow in front of me to rest my phone-arm on. Shouldn’t be a problem, I’ve got enough pillows. So I reach behind me and grab a pillow that seemingly serves absolutely no function in the structural integrity of my comfort. And as soon as I pull it in front of me to give it its intended purpose I realise that it did serve my back comfort.

Now I feel a void in my back that can never be filled again, because any repositioning (apart from wasting precious energy) will just make matters worse.