There is no point, it’s inexplicable and without discernible cause or motivation. That’s how it is. I used to have causes; today I do it for no reason whatsoever and I have no defense of it that would hold water for five minutes, much less make me seem less than daft. Perhaps I’m just waging a noble, futile battle against cause and effect with my only weapons being extravagant absurdity and grandiose naïvety. Well then, the cause is to defeat cause and effect, right? No, the battle is futile and I acknowledge it. So it’s just for romantic reasons, right? No, it’s just a thing I do that makes other people think I’m an idiot, and I don’t even appreciate it. So there you have it.