All I want to do when I grow up (if I ever grow up) (if this counts as growing up) (if growing up can mean anything) (if growing old doesn't mean being old) I want to grow young. I want to buy an enormous house that is both in the heart of the city (of lights?) (of wind?) (of angels?) (that never sleeps?) and far away in space on its own. ideally it would be on an unoccupied hill in the middle of a metropolis. With a winding walkway. In this enormous house, I would paint when the clock struck midnight till the lark calls on the days that end in Y. On the other days that don't end in Y I would vacation to the market. In the mansion of my dreams, All those who I have ever called my friends. All those who are real to me would reside. There would be drama. There would be strife. But there would be me. In this house men and women alike would do as they pleased. A not for the common good. But because it pleased them. And if the common good pleased them then all the merrier we would be. If it did not. We would still be. Thus would be my life. And I would die young because I would never age. I would grow none the wiser.