Read me never

Perhaps this is only hallucinations.
Hello, my reader. My book is a collection of contemporary names not similar to each other.
In each prose there is the opposite of reality: silent love, strange conversations, insomnia of my heroes, a lot of sadness and coffee.
“Day of the day I included a film projector, which brought winter in the morning of March. I watched the film behind the film. I drank a lot of coffee. The Christmas tree, that we dressed up half an hour before the New Year, stood for another two years. I did not clean her. I did not see the point of taking away toys, as I did not see and then it makes sense to dress up a green tree for one night in a year. Sometimes I went to our place. Where Martha and I rode on carousels. He sat down on the place where he was sitting that evening, and imagined that she was with me. Chatting about nonsense, laughs like a child, and fragile snowflakes melt on her face. ”