“I do not want to make a choice. I do not want to choose, for to choose is to kill this mutation – it is to surrender to this pretentious present tense – that in itself – does not exist. I admit that I do not have a choice. I would like to not make one, but this continuous super-factory of social production and pseudo-preception just seems to catch me off-guard. I do not want to make a choice, but I am chosen to be.” – Raafat Majzoub