Pinocchio Becomes A Real Boy

Such a circuitous route to get here, searching for obscure terms, almost random words strung together pointing like the ‘X’ on a pirate map straight to this site, bringing you this day to another opportunity to peer into the heart, the mind, the truth inside those pupils, windows and lamps and such, dressed in the guise of fiction, all the while knowing that the searching, the longing for something more real than real, always exists in the truth of fiction, the sparkling diamond hidden just out of reach behind the veil; enter, then, knowing this is fiction, and only made real in the reading.