Hierarchy of needs.

Apparently, I don't quite understand what hedonism is because sleeping on the floor or at a train station bench and eating some unknown exotic food (I often don't even know if it swam or crawled in its recent past, and I don't even try to find out) already seems normal to me. And I don't think I place such a high value on the need for work – it’s not a goal, but rather just a tool. But okay.