His case is purely voluptuous. The siesta, he says, is "truly free time, belonging to no one but the person who takes it. It is a moment, no matter how long or how short, where one is 'placed in the presence of oneself' through a momentary absence from the world." He admits that "urbanisation, together with the new geography it creates, often renders the siesta impossible," but he won't admit defeat. We can still "adapt our temporality", he says, slow down, if we can't stop.