I live persistently in the nonfigurative world, this city can go forth and back in front of me, what’s real according to me sometime just in a split second can turn in a specter shadows, puff and gone...
I don’t have plan, a life frame or even a mind map, funny but yes it’s true, if in the future I should happen to have a secure life and all the dreams come true, than I would realize that my ordinary life has ended…it’s going to be melancholically sad for me and my other phantasm friends :)
