“You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.”
— Roman Payne
CHAPTER I
Ô, Muse of Morocco, sing me my soliloquy so that I may tell my tale of your land. For never did I experience a story so hallucinatory as when I embarked upon your sand.
Morocco is a “polytropolous” land, (completely topsy-turvy); it is a land where Reality is flipped upside down and painted multi-colored—living here is like being constantly high on a wonderfully happy hallucinogenic drug. Due to the fact that I have been a wanderer—a stranger tossed among the continents—for the last twenty years, (I first began traveling at the age of nineteen and I expatriated to France when I was just a lad of twenty-one—now I am thirty-nine—from this, I have learned an important skill: how to maintain incredible strength and feed and grow the power to overcome all of life’s obstacles—no matter how drastic they are. Twenty years of traveling has taught me to survive all culture shock, fits of panic, agoraphobia, and other disorders that originate from fear. Yet this only applied to the most sophisticated cities in the world. Coming from Paris—arguably the most elegant and polite metropolis on our planet—to a bustling city in Africa where the main square near my riad
Novelist, Roman Payne's "Soliloquies" 