For 3 months I can’t work. Absolutely… I bought I cake, called to my new friends for a small cake’s party, but nobody came.
It was Friday’s night. The cake looked at me I felt deep loneliness… I put it in the bin in the street, went to the forest. It was midnight. I wanted to die. My friend called me, and we started to talk about her ex-boyfriends. I was lost. It was a dark and forest. I was absolutely alone. Suddenly a stranger with a white dog appeared. “Are you an artist?”, he said smiling. “Why?” – He helped me to find the way to the city. Took a taxi for me. I was back to home. On the next morning I woke up and started to work again. My Muse was back to me.