The possibility to answer a direct question with the words „I do not know“ is a surreal, almost magical conversational option. There are many things I do not know, including about my own preconceptions and decisions. Stating this truth, however, seems like eluding a duty, seems like failing somebody dear. I rarely take the option, instead electing to come up with some mental scaffolding or a haphazardly constructed theory about my motivations. These may be well-intended. Sometimes, „I do not know why“ is the truth and the most elegant reply, especially when the question concerns an innately personal decision. (Listening to Mr. Sakamoto)