The only obsession everyone wants: 'love.' People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you're whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You're whole, and then you're cracked open.
"The beauty of literature lies in its ability to make the invisible visible, to give voice to the voiceless, and to illuminate the darkest corners of the human soul."
