Sits at his desk, waiting for people to go to the cross. Every time I secretly thrill leaking again, this is a good thing.

It is natural to think, better to call myself a writer and all. (What is valuable anyway) productivity unemployment and face the harsh reality. From the golden years of my youth, the world is very different.

Maybe I should write it himself, he said quietly, I can write for people who are living in poverty, how to present your conscious imagination.

Sound one of the suspects said. But the imagination how? What happens if you break the unrealistic fantasies, you will find that you are not a real writer?

I shook my head, sat in silence, and then stored in a …