As hard as I tried, I was never really able to convince myself that imaginary friends were real (or as real as a child will see them, that is). And then I discovered writing, and they became characters.
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart
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