Sir Bedivere, did you know a human can live for ten days without a head? It’s a little known fact, Sir Bedivere. I wish to be like you. Sir Bedivere, piercing a lake is better than de-agonising a stone. Dead legends are worse off than the longer living.

I couldn’t remember your name, only your concept. Today, I found you again, you were stalking kiddies. Unwittingly, they want to forget you already, but I don’t.

Sir Bedivere, I wish to meet you, to lift your bowing head and take you by horseback to a tacky place of the future. Sir Bedivere! Look at your tiny little body attempting to repair itself! It’s hilarious, in a new way for me.

You have died, now some people who’ve chosen business as their lives will choose a bunch of numbers for you, so that the ground is full of numbers too, and when given your chance to renew you’ll take it.

Shiny things! Look at my shiny, sparkling things – they were given to me for living so diligently. This is generosity.

Caveman’s woman would not have lived like this, her shiny things were clutched in her fist.