For reasons I am not too sure off, I had a sense of this girl being the opposite of who I am. I got the feeling I would sell my soul in a minute given the chance. Who knows, maybe I sold it already, or mostly gave it away in the hope I would get paid.

The story reminded me of fairy tales. Maybe the most beautiful and instructional tales. It reminded me of the stories Clarissa Pinkola Estes would tell.

And here I am. Insomniac, wishing, hoping for protection from the man in the tower, awaiting to be separated, alienated from mankind.

(Not really, I got carried away in the drama. My mind was wandering, night dreaming about a degree in Film and Digital Arts. You know, to sell my soul for cash and art)

((Then I was thinking, the first step is probably to be more productive. To believe more in myself. Maybe I’ve been watching too much Film Courage))

Yep, then I thought, well, I’ll ask Martin how crazy he thinks my idea is. And I ended up reading your story. Which was a great story by the way.

Thank you, Martin.
Pablo