“Everybody wants” a have a chance to “roll the dice” in this world (and everyone should, which is why we’re enjoined: “don’t stop”). It’s why boys and girls leave home (whether “south Detroit” or just a “lonely world”). Curiously, though, the goal of this project, akin to self-making and American dreaming, is to “find emotion” and then to “hold on” to it. Identity depends, then, on translating common, disseminated affect into personal property. Once installed, of course, “it goes on and on and on and on” in such a way that one seems “born” to it. Reified affect holds all in thrall here, bouncing like a ball on a roulette wheel. Self-fashioning fatalism.