Farce, falsity and fiction
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
My frontal lobe is too far formed to enjoy this anymore.
When I was six years old I convinced all of my friends that I was a reincarnation of a person that died on the titanic. I took it so far as to write in secret journals and hide them around their houses. They would scream and cry because they were so scared, I told them that they had the fate of the titanic sinking on their hands if they…