In a small Burgovian town there lived a totally unremarkable man, by the name of Albert Morris. He lived a remarkably boring life, attending the local high school, going to the university and receiving a degree in literature. Then opening a small bookstore, he spent four utterly boring years going about the routine, before finally thinking one dreary Monday, "Why am I here?" What follows is a most remarkable tale....
(from here on out just jump in with what he's doing, try to keep it boring for awhile like he goes to a diner to have tea or similar things, over time he'll become insanely obsessed with the meaning of life and develop schizophrenia but not just yet.)
