I’ve been mercilessly beating on my cushion every day for over a month now. I live outside, no smooth or carpeted floors for my cushion. I recklessly toss this thing down onto jagged desert rocks, cactus needles and sand spurs, gnarly roots and rotting logs and sharp, splintered sticks, dirt, mud, scree - whatever happens to be the ground cover wherever I happen to be. This thing is hardly even scuffed, where every other cushion I’ve used has, within a couple weeks, become little more than duct-tape patches, broken zippers, and Frankenstein field-stitched attempts at repair.