There’s something about the desire in every living thing to find comfort in the entropy of stasis.
An ex-con wants to go back to prison, because it’s the only world he knows. A cat wants less and less to escape a house. Change is scary because it throws out the wisdom we’ve gained in experience. We’re innocent and naïve again. Everything we know is for shit. Our time before now, wasted. There’s something of this in everything that lives–in everything which has the capacity to know.