Clarisse
Right now I'm re-reading Fahrenheit 451. I made it through sixty pages in the spare stolen moments of my day. And now, as I prepare for bed, I can't help but think about Clarisse, about how much we have in common. Well…she's a fictional character, but I can relate. Like her, my mind is ever searching, grappling in the dark to make sense of life's unfamiliar edges. I'm so acutely aware of my existence, so enveloped by the bigger picture that events offer, and yet, tangled up in minuet details. It very much creates the sensation of having your head floating high above ground while your feet knock and twist and stumble along the ground. It stretches me out and sometimes, wears me thin. But in many ways, I'm sure I'm nothing like Clarisse. In fact, I have yet to meet anyone like myself. And I often find myself wondering why I'm hooked up the way I am. By nature, I am the definition of conflict. Brave but terrified. Smart but forgetful. Talented b...