Words that come from being a chronic sentimentalist.
I experience frisson at high volume with most art I come into contact with—music, literature, films, food—and the only way I know how to process it is to write it down, obsess over it, and gush… until the next thing grabs me by the lump in my throat.
Which brings us to this corner of the internet, where all of that, plus a lot more, comes to exist.
I'll take a wild guess and assume you want to know exactly what you get by being here. Same.
Thing is? I'm kiiinda still figuring that out myself.
I could tell you this is where I show off my writing to cool people who want a copywriter.
I could say it’s me building a name for myself as an author while I write my first fantasy novel.
It might even turn into a messy archive of travel tips from someone who can't stay in one place for too long even though every time she leaves she misses her home and people like crazy.
(You can exhale now)
And while all these may be true, I'd be leaving out the random thoughts I write down, art I encounter, the books I need to scream about, or the whole self-appointed local guide thing I've got going on because I spend my entire paycheck on eating out.
This is where everything stuck in my head gets to escape. There's no more storage space up there. Seriously. It's full of the lyrics to every song ever written.
So, if you're here expecting a neat explanation of what you're gonna get, you won't find one. Sorry.
Is it cliche for me to say, expect the unexpected? Of course it fucking is. But my brain simply won't allow for anything else.
If you’re fine with that, stick around. You're gonna love it.
