I only realized I loved my face after it had burned with acid, but it was too late. Before it was just my face, I didn't know I loved it. I only starting loving it again when it had partially disappeared. . . Man gets accustomed, inured to things rapidly. He gets used to everything. When you get a new jacket, you are happy to wear it, but that joy wears off, you get accustomed and after a few days that jacket doesn't bring you any joy at all. On the other hand, if that jacket is stolen from you, desire ignites again inside of you. All of a sudden, you'll miss that jacket and you'll love that jacket again. Same goes for shoes, or love, it's a simple concept. My company kidnaps pets so the owner can have a chance to realize how much their pets mean to them. After a few days we return the pets, and the owner's attitude, vis-à-vis the pet, is completely reversed. He loves them like he did on the first day, sometimes even more.
William Fichtner as Master Chang, author of My Life, My Dog, My Strength Vols. I & II in Wrong (2012)
