Once upon a time in Myself

When I was a teenager I didn’t like my city and especially the area I used to live in. And the most natural way of coping with unpleasant reality became creation of my own sub-reality, my own story.

I needed that environment not just to surround myself with beauty I was missing, but also to find meaning. I wanted to ask and answer big questions, I needed those people who would be interested in the same level of conversations, people whom I could not find in the outside world.

I didn’t find them – I created them. The main heroes of “my Story” appeared as characters of inner dialogues and all the mythical worlds got created as beautiful environment for meaningful conversations.
But why a fantasy story?