I imagined a character who wasn’t afraid to poke fun at himself, and who lived confined in an orange room. To keep from getting depressed, he escapes with a picture frame hanging on the wall. Sometimes he imagines himself to be a painter, sometimes a pianist. And since he hopes one day to emerge, he keeps up his activities, like sports and the guitar. Until one day a train comes to pick him up.
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