Life’s indulgence comes not in large or in abundance of materialistic forms, where such items may not have intrinsic value to satisfaction.

One’s needs so very often is measured, quantified and excessive of one’s personal satisfaction, a convoluted cycle of capitalism, a personal presumption of acceptance with the crowd, pressures of life unfolding.

A point of realisation, strikes a chord to reflect, to escape and find solitude from the clamour and tumult of the lifestyle which has come to be.

To displace oneself from the clasp of society, begins from within. To withdraw to a place of seclusion, to re-establish one’s being with the mind, body and soul.

The snug, is content, of self-fulfilling nature enhanced not by extravagance but by the simpleness by which it stands. It is the innate relationship between user and place, a personification which reveals one’s true character, a sense of ownership and privacy - a sensual escape.

The chaos of life is all but forgotten as time and space ceases to a halt. Traces of self-existence conceived only by the faintest pulsations of life resonate to subdue the senses- embodied wounds mending as one relinquishes all control.
 
The Snug is beauty captured in the minute details- a sensual escape oblivious to the world.