Epitome Of Whatever
She is something, something foreign to me. I don't know who she is, but she catches my eye whenever she's around. Around? I've only seen her standing there. I never saw her face. And honestly, I don't like whatever she is. But something certainly strange has gotten in my mind that I am letting her bother me. I am not attracted to her, for sure. Or maybe I am, but it seems kind of a divine thing. Something destined. She seems like, like an epitome of...of...whatever.
Allen Stone has recently joined The Reader Today - a magazine company - as the chief photographer. Here he finds himself stuck in a jigsaw of reality, dreams and destiny. Will he be able to place the pieces together? Will he find out what the happenings really mean?