Make me something more, I don’t want to be a character, I want to be everything and impossible to collapse. I want to be enormous, I want to reflect everything I see, I want to collect the universe and rewire it. I don’t want to understand you, and you can’t understand me, but I want us to try, indefatigably and fruitlessly.  I want us to be bottomless and anti-time, completely unaware of the tilting table and sliding toward completion. There is no “wasting time” when it seems like a never-ending luxury, I want to be immortal or at least believe I am.  If the end is a surprise, it may never really come because you lived without hesitation, hurry, or aging.  I want to be ravenous for now, sensually alive to the point of implosion, disbelief, and euphoria.  I want living to be like dying, everything has already been done so all you have is the immediate and there is nothing else to be done.  I want life to be like death — angular, singular, and spectacular. 

-Béla Bartók