hello.
in my imaginary world, i am a person with no responsibilities, not many friends, no family.. i travel around with a little girl and a backpack with my mac, an ixus, two passports, a sketchbook, a couple of pencils and my green gatsby wax. there is no currency, no vehicles and no need of sleep.

two of us move around freely without questions, without fear while the rest's voices are soft and blurry (unless we talk to them or ask them for directions) we go around places of the world, we meet people and we sleep over in their houses.

i own a small place with white brick walls and vivid photos messily pasted all around. the furniture is mostly cotton white and there is a big desk for my computer and a shelf for my home furnishing magazines. i cook often and am really good at it. my specialties are jackfruit muffins, mian sian, curly fries, sweet and sour pork and fried rice. i have a nice view of pine trees, a lake and some expressways in the distance. the traffic is far away so it is pretty quiet. the place is really windy and it rains pretty often. at night, my home is lit by a table lamp and lots of big, bulky candles.

i don't really grow old and i don't remember many things. i am a simple man that doesn't feel much complexity of emotions. not really happy or sad. forgotten much about anger or confusion. just contented.