I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships, I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived, love, and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.