Green horses on the walls

I have a face. I even plan "to take it out" one of these nights, to paint the town red. It is nothing special, I know, although there are a few who would contradict me. It is refreshing to know there is somebody who might against all odds think that. Anyway, I am posting this to meet half way someone who was saying that he is surprised to see how things in Romania lack a face. He supposed it had to do with identity being (not) assumed. He might be right. But being Top Dog is about an imaginary world, letting a lot to you, and at the same time to me. Interpretation makes the reader, and not vice versa.