“No, none of us seem so very real. We are only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make believes.” ~ Hazie Coogan, Tell All
Voila! And there I found her at last! Hurled and hidden beneath a stack of second hand literary classics she had been gasping for a breather when I met her first and thus started a somewhat unlikely camaraderie.
It was one of those walks I usually take across College Street just to get over my frequent lows. The smell of brittle, sepia turned pages has always proved a cure. With no particular book in mind I had just been browsing through the shops pretty aimlessly until I chanced upon her.
