A short story of a man
A short story of a man killed by his over overwhelming creativity. A writer who comes up with the idea of a story about a girl with a wheel. The more he writes, the more he gets excited. He gradually enters the story himself, cutting the limit between fantasy and reality.
Is being crazy a bad thing or does it make you be even more creative? How far can a person go with his mind and fantasy? Being menthally ill is it a limit or a door to a better world?