I know what I've been missing lately, my love for fiction, antidote of sarcastic reality, where any hope is lost in advance of any try. Fiction is the reason that may make you smile, while you walk down Fal Ouled Amir Avenue in the Agdal. Fiction is your intimate world protecting you, from the ass wholes and jerks who think that their seriousness is what makes the world turn around. No for your information, love and lightness are the fuel of hearts and minds which make people fly. If not they fall into a sadist automatism. Stay alive; smile while you dream and while you walk. Keep on breathing dreams and beautiful images.