Imagine the second you're born, a consultant removes you from your mother's grasp and runs a battery of genetic and physiological tests on you. Thirty minutes later they give you a score out of one hundred which denotes your level of perfection. If your score is above eighty and you work hard to maintain that score yo...
A bit of a mix between a short story, poetry and the internal monologue of a modern day person attempting to find meaning in their life by exploring various philosophical theories in their quest for meaning. The character has no name, no race and no gender so it can be interpreted in any way the reader wishes.
"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a persistent one."
The air was fresh, the voices of the people were hammering his ears, the sky was dark and bright at the same time, Armenia was newborn and stronger than ever, and Sam, well, Sam was on top of the fire engine.
That's in a journal that Pamela Rouye owns she is going to be exhibition to go by the collectors edition, she's been fascinated with them for years, until she bumps into Tintin, and they go off onto a mission to go find out if the stories are real and form a great friendship.