I like it more when it's bad, imperfect. It should be wrong before it's right. Without ugliness how can anything be beautiful. There is a certain comfort that comes with awkwardness. Once the imperfections are melded good there is a familiar feeling, one of relief, dissatisfaction, contempt. The overwhelming oddity i'm infected with replaces this. When there's nothing it's easier to lose, so I like to push it away so there is nothing left to lose.