My friend Ray talked to me last night, in bed

I'm reading a book of short stories by Ray Bradbury. A story about a man that is sent to a psychiatric centre just cause he's walking in the streets of somewhere in the mid 21st century. A story of a man that decides to ruin every picture that some "posh" photographers with their top models try to take of the old buildings of his village. Every time they try to shoot a picture, he crosses the frame naked. A story of a woman that cries and shouts all night cause his husband went to war, and nobody can sleep until they decide that "something must be done"...
You see, just stories, short stories.