It’s good sometimes to have your face against something harder than itself. That way you’re never surprised by how hard contact is. If you believe the universe is a place of hitting, where one thing collides with another, the pattern repeating all over, your arms turn to cradles and you begin to want something to root you to your senses. I’m not saying it always has to be violent. My grandma had a tabby cat named Poker she found as a stray, and he liked getting in my lap and I was always giving him the ear pets he liked.
