I watch my own decisions and I feel, sometimes, as if decisions come from parts of me that I realize are not under what I would call my control. I realize that my own self is really not under my control. I look at what I prefer in life — my tastes, my interests, my aesthetic preferences — and I know that those things come from places that I certainly don’t decide upon. I am just a victim of my brain. But I have to live with that.