History is not a nightmare from which I am trying to awaken, but rather, a glorious tale which I wish to be cast in.
All that really matters is to feel alive, if only for a single moment – to feel in Intense Sensation that our existence is not an endless repetition of sleeping, eating, drinking, and dressing.
Isn't it enough to be middle-aged and impeccably beautiful? Why must one be economically useful?
