The Meaning of Revolution (a Dreamer's Story): i was....locked...in a small, white room.... and someone else was there... someone i was meant to be with the rest of my my life! and all my lives to come. Yet, it was hazy.... the room became dark, and the figure went away. I never saw his face, for it was simply a blank slate. and i never touched him, he left before the chance was mine. all i have, is his voice. that sweet, amazing voice...... "be patient, my love, for our time will come. and when it does, i will forever be yours.... and you, will be mine."...

Do I look like a maniac?: I showed some my film scripts and horror stories to one film director - he liked them a lot, was very impressed and said that of course it has a commercial potential. But there were some stories about maniacs, and now he is scared of me because thinks that I am a maniac! He is sure that only real maniac can write about it so well!)))))