Confessional Comedy

I would like to write this book to pay homage to my childhood imagination, which was a pessimistic story about wild and wild things. —————————————————————————————— A lonely world, a wandering world, above a temple: Good luck to you, Ialos... I hope you can bring me the last bit of happiness you can in this Colosseum where you will never be able to gain any hope or vitality... "Are you sure you want to do this? He is Ialos..." The unknown ethereal voice came from nowhere. "No need to worry, my most beloved creature" He said a voice from the void. The voice came slowly and shattered several "worms" in an instant. "I'll make my own decision!" …