So I've just begun reading The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green, and while I'm not yet halfway through it seems to thus far only be okay, but then, I've felt that way before, so I know better than to assume that that won't change.
But anyways, as I came out of my reading reverie, real life felt... fictional.
Allow me to elaborate. If you're over the age of 11 and don't live in a third world country, you've heard of the idea of parallel universes. Theoretical physicists and Philosophers have been theorizing this for quite some time. There's the one which functions under the assumption that our reality is a curtain (which I still don't hold