She is a poor lass, working on less than a shoestring budget. With the internet as her easle she painteth pictures in writings taken from different people met along the path of her life. With said writings she compiles volumes, a literary collage of material from literary no-bodies. Diary entries, poems, accounts of past experiences, whimsical tales, sorrowful stories and aimless ramblings are thrown together to create a tiny snippet of life as a whole. Both over the internet and through bound volumes of paper, she doth send her volumes of worldly pieces on a haphazard path through the lives of countless unknown people, a wandering road across countries and city blocks.
If she did wear a Beret, 'twould be colourful, perhaps purple, perhaps green, and it would sport any such fragments of the world as she stumbled across that would fit. She would love and cherish it, but should it wander astray she would wish it well upon it's new path through life, and remember it always with a fond heart.
The volumes are called The Travelling Scriptures Of The Church Of Virtuality/Reality and they do exist.
If thou likest I canst put thee in contact with the person I based the above character on, and she can provide thee with the writings or those places where they can be obtained. Simply Email and ask...