You pick up the dusty book from the table in front of you. Its binding was once a deep red leather, but now it cracks and flakes in your hand.

You realize, as you open the cover, that this is not an ordinary book but a recording of a very personal journey. The book is full of odd drawings and notes scribbled in the margins.

In fact, as you start to read, you find yourself becoming more and more wrapped up in the story being told. It is, in fact, as if the journey is happening to you, as if the journey is somehow both yours and the narrator's.................