Sometimes I have a fiction. There is an apartment. And an old lady sitting in her chair, its raining outside.The lady is laughing at something, she is reading a book with a story about Buendias, her hair is grayish, her skin is wrinkled. Her kitty is sitting next to her and the lady is slicking it.
Nothing really interesting about it.
But I hate cats, hate rain, hate gray hair and hate the loneliness most of all.
But why is there a book by Marquez?
I dont need a real life. I just need an illusion. The first of all pleasures. There were times full of illusions. And, actually, I was happy then.
I can be positive as well, full of ambitions, strongly determined, I love to be a dreamer, to listen to good music and to watch good movies. And thats what makes me happy.
One more activity that Im really enjoying, is discovering people. And finding 'the People'. Thats just fantastic, how different people can be.
I am open-minded, complicated, and diligent_