There is no order to these stories. They are not chronological, they
are completely random. It is the way they are found in my closet. I
could arrange them according to color or some other system, but I
enjoy their disorder for the same reason I like many Italian Operas.
Italian Operas are difficult, exaggerated and loud. They are crazy, and
often don’t make any sense at all. In fact, they remind me of my life.