If What We Change Does

Art Is A Game Only If You Playat It, A Mirror That Reflects From The Inside Out.

Where I Came From, The Nights I Had Wandered And Survived Scared Them, And Where I Would Go They Never Imagined.

The Price Of Seeing Is Silence.

The Work Of The World Is Common As Mud.

I Think That If You Use Something From You Life In Fiction, It Metamorphosizes Into Something Strange And Different. Afterward It Is Hard To Tell What Actually Was Part Of Your Life And What Is Part Of The Story Of The Fictional Character.