An author, or not, is letting free of the chaos he couldn’t control, believe, or even merge into. Although it’s sometimes easy, and mollifying, to be a piece of the bigger puzzle-some call it natural- it’s not always the case. Who ever wrote these words isn’t any sure of presumably anything in this damned world of ours. What is more soothing than watching the tangled getting wickedly unbelievable? I guess the answer would be witnessing it revealing the hidden, and hiding the most pure and clear of all.

Continuing the endless chained series of uncertainty, the author is remarkably oblivious, even to himself. If you’re willing to, good luck on the journey of getting to know who’s behind these words. If anything, it means getting to know who manipulates the strings and on what stage are we. Yet, I am afraid it’s not what the most is looking forward to… Who cares after all?

As it may seem, non-sense and the sophisticatedly-simple are what, I believe, best describe us.