William wants comfort.

"I went  to the Meatloaf Bakery."

"Do they serve meatloaf there?

"Yes they do."

"OK."

"I got served a meatloaf that was sort of spicy."

"OK."

"I'm desiring something else in this world."

"What? You mean the meatloaf? I add hollandaise sauce to everything maybe that..."

"No. I'm not finding the same comfort in the usual desires anymore."

"OK."

"This worlds desires have changed their gravity in my mind. I've discovered that I am stringing together a different kind of consistency. I am not looking for the temporary respite of the desire trench I keep throwing myself in when my life stops by.  I've always jumped in couched myself between pleasure and fear. I've decided to string together a different consistency. Take a risk for once. See what all the fuss is about. I don't want this manufactured comfort that last a few hours, or just through the weekend..."

"You're not stringing..."

"I'm not comfortable here."

"OK."

"I don't feel comfortable. I can't get comfortable doing what you do."

"Stringing this consistency of comfortable desires..."

"You're listening right?"

"Yes."

"I just want to stay up. OK? I just want to stay up. I'm tired. I want a sustained comfort. I want a comfort that hooks a ride with infinity."

"You want a lot."

"I do. And I 'm going to stay up here and see if it gives me just that."

"I have a taste for meal loaf now."