I'm just your atypical teenage girl with a penchant for words, a passion for literature, and a deep affinity for all things transcendentalist. I like Latin American magical realism, am enamored with the themes of childhood and brevity, and have a love affair with Henry David Thoreau. This is the me few people ever see.
"Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly coming unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one’s own being… The mind swells out to fill the entirel landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical."
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle