Wuthering: The feeling of standing at the edge of a canyon, or on top of a tall building, where the solid ground beneath your feet kind of falls away in front of you, with all the plans you had for your life and the vision of yourself that you somehow constructed in the back of your mind falls apart and you realize for the first time it was there. Like when you erase the first draft, right before you start doing something completely different. It's the space where that first draft used to be.
Hi, friends! Priya here. I kind of needed a void on the internet to scream into, so here we are. What you can expect to find - musings/poems/ramblings, the documentation of Stevie, a precocious baby bearded dragon, photos/videos/paintings/doodles, an assortment of carefully-cultivated playlists, and some of the stuff I've been learning these days. Occasional appearances by my sister, who is also credited with the dope website name. Venture on, intrepid traveler. (A note - this site is no longer active (I can't figure out how to delete it) - you can find my current digital portfolio here.)
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