A few months ago I was happily spending all day outside, every day, walking, walking, walking, living out of a bag, wearing the same thing every day. Now I spend all day on the computer (revamping this site & building others!) while a little machine pumps out pleasant (I assume) artificial smells into the rooftop lounge of my apartment complex. I’m not unhappy, but seems to me that this is how you decline towards an early death.