We are in a concentrated piece of land and it is diversified with guests and mirror reflections. Technology and abstraction changed the familiar crannies and you barely recognize yourself. So just take a walk nearby, hold your dreams in vibrating, unreliable hands. The time has come for when different books are published under the same names. The time has come and jumbled itself up because life deformed quality in favour of quantity. Quantity of something uncontrollable, too naive, childish. It’s not that easy to ignore simplistic solutions, so it was only a matter of time before somebody found a mundane treat for an ominous patronage. This irreparable deal provided a unique opportunity to meet new faces. Out there waiting is an unkempt fisherman and a secretive woman. Would they ask for something or would they do you a favour? About other guests… Who knows whether they would be even talkative or just curious?
