What if you could go ahead and volunteer to be a fraud, a hopeless case, an idiot optimist, what if you could absolutely know that you were full of shit but still convincingly adopt a stance of "my big moment is yet to come, I'm still waiting for it"; would that be a good thing? would you ever want to do that? I guess (he said after a long era of telephone sadness, a siege of white noise, a saloon song of wartime gone) that would depend on what you mean by "waiting." (2016)