"The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night."
Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
The stories we tell about ourselves are as important as the lives we lead.