I drew it, then I manipulate it with photoshop.... Sometimes when I walk for a while... I look to people, wondering..... Guess what's the story of this man.... Oh there's a crying child there, why... And look to this woman, she's yelling to that boy... In each image your eyes capture there's a story... Maybe it's full of happiness, maybe it's pretty mysterious... Sometimes I think to write stories.... And I think about that day, after many years... what will happen to these papers.... these letters... `Once up on a time by May Madly