Market Forces

The Happiness Shop was very large and situated on a busy high street. It had big florescent signs in it's window promising outrageous amounts of happiness and always had sizeable crowds outside.

Hidden down a nearby back street was the much smaller Truth Shop. Looking through it's dusty little window it was hard to make out exactly what was inside or if it was open or closed. The truth shop's only customers were vagabonds, poets or the clinically insane and the young man that worked there was seriously considering another line of work.