A creative story of how the Sphinx lost his nose.

The beauty in this movement is that it has no end; its realms exist amongst us till today.

The future of the world is told in the history books.

The Times.

This is truly unconventional. At times, I awake at exactly 3:10 a.m. and find myself writing without thought of the words. It is if I am being told to write. I have no power over what I write. This is one of those times. Believe me or not, I swear this is the truth. I have no idea where this comes from, although after writing I can figure out the conception. I do not understand why this happens to me. All I can say is make of it what you will.