I have never liked anything that was perfect. There seem to me only two things. Things/events that fail my expectations and things/events that exceed them but nothing ever comes to perfection.

So why do i seek a perfect night? a perfect day? a perfect lover? A perfect painting?

is it because if i do not exert the will of expectation i fail to be? I fail to do anything if I don't expect something despite the fact that expectation is never met?