When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.

Looking up gives light, although at first it makes you dizzy.

Pure souls, didn’t I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.

What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.

You run back and forth listening for unusual events, peering into the faces of travelers. "Why are you looking at me like a madman?" I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.

Such a strong thing LOVE, changes everything.

You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.