The same book. Fry M.

“Life and dreams are the pages of the same book,” the German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer once wrote, and I repeat him fascinated because it is more like the truth than she is.

And here you have a couple of hundred pages, produced from my personal, endless (I hope) book - at random, blindly - mixed and sewn together many years ago.

This book includes stories, essays and just work notes made in different years, where and when you have to: on napkins in a cafe, in a computer and in a notebook, on sand, in the fields of other people's books, a chemical pencil on the wrist, a razor blade on the heels of the run, in reality and in a dream.