Pieces of Dreams A human being’s existence is a lonely existence. I am not alone at all, yet I am lonely. I make the impossible possible in my dreams. Drawing snapshots fragments of memory, and after being posted online, they find others with the same spirit and mind. I finally realize I am not the only one who feels lonely, but loneliness is one of the birthmarks of humanity. A doodle a day, time explains how it gains. Unremitting efforts make the meaningless meaningful in the end.