There are little consequences in taking a little dream from the sky. The triumvirate of art-making in modern world is like an Alien Transmission. You can find demons in televisions, monsters beyond your ceilings, and evil hiding in closets. But none of them are comparable to the grotesque reality we must bear everyday. Gibberish, nonsense, and chaos. There is nothing left once we sold identity. But who are we to bargain? We are all just here trying to do our time and make the best out of the storm.