House Ephemera

I first met him–a man exuding a certain silence–on the station platform at dusk.

I was Joe Sasayama, a medical student. But I was also Levin Andrews of Roadford. Before my two selves stood a mysterious man in a Chesterfield coat, his beautiful amber-colored eyes filled with sadness.

And thus begins a serene, surreal tale of intertwining past and present.