There was a little boy, dreaming one night that he and his best friend were sitting on a tree, eating apples. The next day the boy went to his best friend and wanted to talk with him about the apples and how good they tasted, but his friend didn't know what he was talking about. For the first time the little boy noticed that dreams are not shared, that every human being has got his/her very own dreams. And for the very first time that little boy realized what it means to be alone, living in his own world.

Well... have you ever thought about what other people see when they look at THEIR little world? What they think? What they feel? How much different that could be from YOUR view of things?

This manipulation once again was done with a self-portrait. Oh, and the words are also from me, i forgot to mention that on the picture.