When I started writting this essay there was a question revolving in 
the mind:"Is it possibly to accommodate a man in the several rows? 
Is it possibly to portray things ,whose have no definite words to 
describe, properly? Is it not the same like to try to paint a rainbow 
with a achromatic pencil?" . . .
I like to sink into sea of the minds while my ears are listening to 
mysterious sounds of the  night or dark melody performing by one of 
Visual Kei bands, to lift my eyes to the sullen sky and see the clouds 
hardly flowing and vanishing behind the horizont, to watch with an 
ironical smile into people who are concerned about their little lifes and 
despairingly rushing somewhere. . .