If Life Has No Meaning, Why Don't

The Calendar Has A Magic That Makes Us Imagine A Memory Can Be Resurrected And Revived, But Nothing Returns.

I Started Writing While I Was A Little Boy. Maybe It's Because I Was Reading A Lot Of Books I Admired, And Thought That I Would Like To Write Something Like That Someday. Also, My Love For Good Writing Pushed Me.

At My Age It Is Unseemly To Be Pessimistic.

The Real Malady Is Fear Of Life, Not Of Death

Events At Home, At Work, In The Street - These Are The Bases For A Story.