Reub-o-tographer

      Nova She slumped on the edge of the bed, glaring out the window over a hazy Manhattan. Turning she saw the words emblazoned above the headboard: "All sorts of bodily diseases are produced by half-used minds." Frowning she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Standing up, she moved into the bathroom. Leaning heavily on the basin she stared intently into the mirror. Who am I! ...What am I? The questions roared through her mind, blazed in her veins, and burned in her eyes. She turned to her wrist, a simple tattoo, "Nova". What did it mean? A name? A Place? What! WHAT!? Frustrated she struck the mirror in a tearful rage, causing i