Sometimes a writer faces the irrepressible urge to write whatever comes to mind, disobeying any kind of rules or expectations or logic. The way a painter paints an abstract painting. It might be a piece of junk, it might be a stroke of genius, one thing is certain - it is a one time mood and a one time event and it is mostly impossible to reiterate. Unless if in a different mood. This book contains a collection of such events. I cannot say I love or I hate the result, I certainly do not deny being the one chasing an eventual order in his own chaos.