" Don’t you find it striking? The personality is constantly dying and it feels like continuity. Meanwhile, we panic about death, which we cannot ever experience. Yet it is this illogical fear that motivates our lives. We gore each other and mutilate ourselves for victory and fame, as if these might swindle mortality and extend us somehow. Then, as death bears down, we agonize over how little we have achieved. I will scarcely be recorded anywhere. Except, of course, in your eccentric newspaper. I won’t question why you’ve chosen me--thank God someone has! It extends the lease on my illusions. "

― Tom Rachman , The Imperfectionists