untitled: Country

Could someone make a up country where artists are to roam freely? A country where
you have money for food and drink and endulging in luxury, but, where you only write
in the odd chance your writer's block finds something better to do. A county where you
set your alarm at noon and never sleep at night because you only fall sleep when you
have totally exhausted your physical and/or mental energy, or not, but it's okay.
Mornings are prosaic, anyway. A country where book lists are more important than
shopping lists, but you can afford both; the government covers that. Matter of fact, the
government came to the conclusion that forests should prevail the country's landscape
to make up for all the book-printing, thus, it was deemed necessary of citizens of the
Untitled Country to live in forests (make no mistake that this country is governed by a
communist regime; this notion is a segway for what I'm about to say next. Merely
written to annoy those who could be annoyed and offend those who could be
offended). A country that accepts no labels and no laws. No religions and no
philosophy (only on paper - the government decided that banning philosophy was in
contradiction to its nature so philosophy is, indeed, accepted under two conditions:
one- if the theories are transformed into folktakes or songs, and, two- if the book has
the following statement in its first page "this is not a philosophy book" than leaves a
blank page for the readers to think this through before deciding to go on reading). A
country that starts as an insomniac mourning thoughts and ends as words on a page.
This is not the end.