«While he roamed the streets, looking for a place to sleep, the moon and the stars were his only company, for everybody had left the stage, in which they were forced to juggle their props and wear their masks, to seek refuge in their conventional hideouts.»By Raquel R. in Short Story number 4
Andre Berthiaume“We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.”
