Accost a random person in the middle of the street. Do everything you can to convince them that they are the heir to an enormous, stupendous, and utterly useless fortune—1,437 square kilometers of “land” in northern Svalbard, a dilapidated building in Bombay that was once an orphanage, a herd of alpacas in the Peruvian highlands, a collection of medieval grimoires and alchemical manuscripts of highly dubious authenticity. Provide documentation and contact information, all of it fake. Later they will understand why you did this: so that for one moment they might believe in something extraordinary and as a result be driven to seek out a more intense mode of existence.
If you've been wondering what motivates all those Nigerian princes to share their wealth with random strangers, this is it
This right here is the peak. Everything after this is simply a gradual downhill slope.