Casually reading my novel at my newly anointed desk, swathed in incense
“Our books are mere extensions of ourselves, the literature we are fond of tells a story of inner conquest, reflecting our manifold selves. Each novel adds to our personal experience. We live many lives in the pages of books, and we absorb the knowledge of the text, profiting off of its wealth in the intricacies of our psyche. It lavishes us in new meanings, embroidering wisdom into our minds, every fictional quest is a lived experience— countless worlds open before us, and we are pilgrims in every page.” —Harley Claes, journal entry
Excerpt from my unpublished novel “Whitman and Lorelei”
An ode to the writer who has my whole heart, Anais Nin.