Mister Smole was in a hurry to get to his unorthodox workshop. Worriedly, he passed by the lane of unfinished humans. Mister Sole was, in fact, manufacturing humans. In front of the door, Vanya the apprentice got out of his way.

“What’s the weather like?”, Vanya asked, and lived.

Mister Smole froze in his pace. He threw a sharp glance at the young man. Stupid questions were not allowed in his workshop. On the list of forbidden questions, the worst ones were “How do you do?” and “What’s up?” Vanya’s question found its place very high on the list. Instead of smacking him, Mister Smole glared into Vanya’s eyes.

“Humans will not disappear from this planet because of the bad air, polluted ground or water” Mister Smole took a deep breath. “The most dangerous of all is human pollution.” Vanya’s eyes got wide-open. He was squeezing the washcloth that he was holding in his hand. “Negative energy, conflicts, fear and projections, they create scum with which people cover each other. It can’t be rinsed, and in time, it gets thicker. Intake of positive energy gets jammed, and one gets dry,tired, like one of them, a zombie, a vampire.” Mister Smole clenched his crooked fingers into a threatening fist.

“Is there a cure?” Vanya asked him, almost whispering. Mister Smole reflected briefly. Determined, he nodded his head.

“There is”, he finally said, “You should lie down, and let a dog, a cat, a cow or a horse lick your face clean. Animals eat the scum, and as soon as they’re done, you feel like a real human being.”

Mister Smole turned on his heels. “Tell the workers that I’ve gone home.”
However, passing by him, Mister Smole poked Vanya mockingly.

One thing I'm the most passionate about is writing. It is my greatest motivation, my heart and soul. Finished my first novel and started next one. I published several short stories and essay compilations. I've been published in USA, Japan, Hungary, looking forward for my German debut...

Wiriting, Cooking, Languages, Listening,

Everyone around envied my wit, but they could do nothing about it as they literally killed themselves laughing - D. Kharms

I have plenty of favorites, so I'll write only the favorite book/movie/music/food of the hour. Ladies and Gentleman...the winners are:

Book: Haruki Murakami, Ursula Le Guin, Frenk Herbert, Franz Kafka, Herman Hesse

Movie: Apocalyptic genre, Asian movies: especially Korean comedies and horror movies, Chinese movies - Both old and new cinematography, Old Czechoslovakian comedies...

Music: Ugh, really eclectic choice from all continents, styles and eras. Last few months listening to Firewater

Food: Home cooked. I make great bread and pastry, also brew ginger ale and strawberry wine. I make italian, serbian, chinese, indian food. I'm not vegetarian but I don't eat red meat.

People, Solitude, Writing, Reading, Imagination, Creating

dreams

Writing

I cry when I read Ursula Le Guin's books and stories.

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