The search for warmth is instinctive in all creatures with breath. Cultural differences arise when we value differently sources of heat and thus are attracted towards them accordingly. As a dog sits beneath the rays of light beaming in from the large bay windows, a boy places his confused head upon his mother's nook. As a sea lion lays upon the warm sand in the heat of day, a New York man may sit in a cafe upon the listless stares of Chinese checkers and satiate upon the delectable Cha Siu Bao accompanied with plastic bag water filtered coffee grinds. As a bearded dragon arches himself upon a heat lamp, a homeless man may stay up all night ripping espresso and contemplating prior youtube psychedelic experiences.

A man's numb mind may over power his decision making abilities, and allow him to walk into the tenderloin to find his fix, meanwhile simultaneously another man decided his heart must move his body to spend his free day at the clinic counseling these robots, attempting to put a twig in their karmic wheel of repetitive bodily harm. Both men, following their breath, with directions provided by their will, towards what will keep them warm when the fog rolls in.

As life is best shared, we seek others that agree upon selections of warmth. We surround ourselves with creatures of similar selection. We market ourselves, our ideas and the direction we're headed, in the hopes that other creatures will join us at the new art opening, the movie premier or the hip bar's happy hour. After digesting a plethora of information (city living) we attend social events in which we expect the temperature to be dialed in to our preferences, we put our head on a swivel, and we start the mating process. Others may decline to consume the abundant information, full knowing that the concrete cushion on the sunny-side of the block may provide all we seek. Why aren't the beautiful women of the Richmond salivating over such a practice?