Dear Reader,
What you see below are typewritten pages that were written today. Like every day since I started using the typing machine. One take, no crumpled pages. I tell you, for some, if they were to see what I go through to produce these pages every day, it may seem worse than a jail sentence. For me, it is paradise. These are the happiest days of my life. I happen to be currently sandwiched between opinions where no one understands what I am doing, and the rest do not care. Some wish this to be never read. All of it is rubbish. What we think, becomes real. I cherish these days. And we will talk about them in the future. You and me. Because you were here. I am happy. You are perfect. I am perfect. Now let’s enjoy life.
If I did this for the money I would have given up a long time ago. I do it because I can. I do it because I cannot stop. This obsession could not be stifled in me, even if I were placed for years in solitary confinement, I would come out with books. Conjured in my min…