I watched too much melancoly and desperated movies, I can think about. My head is full of ideas for stories and pictures...

They said to me, I should live in the real world. Day along i try. But why. When there could be a world, that is giving you wings and the feeling of freedom. Sitting on the roof in the night and thinking about things, that could never happen, but only the imagination, they could be real gives more than anything else...