I once saw a film in which two lovers went ever further in their sexual activities and deviations desperately trying to keep or even raise the level of their previous sexual excitement. Because, of course, you never get as thrilled about one thing as you were the thirst time doing it. So if you want to get as excited as you've been before, you always have to go one step further. In the end she strangles him while having sex and seeing what she's done she goes mad. Very sad film. Which made me think about it. Because yeah how do you escape it? The boredom, routine, stereotype we otherwise inevitably fall into?