A Lie Hides The Truth.

Families Hold Each Other In An Iron Grip Of Definition. One Must Break The Grip, Somehow.

There Was No Way To Grasp The Reality Of The Present Which Slid Away Each Second, Invisible As Air; Reality Only Existed After The Fact, In One's Vision Of The Past.

When I Begin A Story At My Desk, The Window To My Back, The Path Is Not There. As I Start To Walk, I Make The Path.

A Lie Hides The Truth. A Story Tries To Find It.

The Density Of People In Society Is So Thick That We Forget That Life Will End One Day. And We Don't Know When That One-day Will Be. So Please, Tell The People You Love And Care For That They Are Special And Important. Tell Them, Before It Is Too Late.