Real life?
Music is my escape from the real world. What is the real world? Everything? That appears real? My demons are real... So are yours. The supernatural phenomenon. So... What is the real world? Irrelevant. Where was I? This escape... From irrelevance... With the music... Passers by in or on the underground... They seem to be in harmony to the symphony of my genius. A majestic choreography orchestrated by me... Me! Surrealistic... My demons manifest amongst them. And... Dance... That albino boy... He suddenly arches his spine in orgasm to the romance of my piano concerto. And, my train comes.