Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
A person I used to know suggested me to add a brief summary on all the political, economic and social article I post on my FB account. His opinion is that, since I post loads of them, it's too much and people don't read them. People don't read them anyway, all live inside their own handmade bubble.