Feb 23, 2026 @ 02:12 PM
A Theory of Everything (Or Just My Room)
I spent three hours today organizing my bookshelf by the color of the spine, then realized it's a metaphor for how I'm trying to categorize my own soul. It doesn't work. Some books are just... purple. And I think I'm okay with that.
"I am out with lanterns, looking for myself." — Emily Dickinson (She gets it.)