Maybe art can be defined as something of dreamlike nature, existing just to exist. I guess I just give dreams to everything, even to those that appear opposite, mechanical.

Math formulas are magic spells for me, with special meanings. Books are portals to parallel worlds. Human interaction done by ghosts...

And my MI takes different entity forms, and I try to fight them out of my fantasy. It is neverending though, nightmarish.

This is actually the more stable description of my nightmare.