The pursuit of convenience seems to be perpetual. The more convenient we make things, the more convenience we want. Conveniences are like a modern day false God, touted by prophets of coloured shiny things to be the saviour of your hum-drum, monotonous life. But life is not convenient, it’s not meant to be. Besides how convenient would you have it? Think about it. What would be the point of even existing if every part of your life was made convenient? And even if you could, where would it end?