“The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation.”
This blog is a humble offering to Gertrude Stein’s desire to find a novel that existed entirely in the present moment. It is a conclusionless, constantly-evolving story of the day as it is experienced through the eyes of a six foot tall female college student who grew up north of Chicago and ended up at school in Bloomington, Indiana. It is an attempt to capture one person’s experience of the world in a collection of moments, thoughts, questions, and memories. It is preserved here, suspended in the clicks of a website for anyone to access and read, enjoy and hate.