"I believe in the music of the death rattles of a toothless old wooden staircase, a piano that imagines itself, the love of a meteor shower and a water pipe, the kindness of beavers, the miracle of alcohol fermentation, other worlds in the space of a black hole in my cerebral prefrontal cortex, the fact that there is indifference to the norms of decency, for all forgiveness mushrooms, a juicer of meanings, an ellipsis to the fourth power multiplied by a whore in a black square, thirty-five grams of cheese and a hangman's rickety stool briskly limping into the sunset of a new day. This faith cannot be taken away from me."