In scribbled poetry in notebooks and cups of tea, on warm beds and familiar pages, I find myself comfortable and content. I adore the written word and manage to continuously fit book after used book onto my already overflowing bookshelf. Every Saturday morning I listen to NPR and paint pieces of cardboard to send to my friends and family across the world. As many books as I have managed to fit in my shelves, I seem to watch even more films; delighting in the flickering pictures ranging from independent to classic horror. I adore the stillness of the night, tea, neohippies, the Beatles, postmodernism, traveling, and geekery.