Interlude

About

I’ve always read into everything a little too deeply.

Books, music, conversations, dreams, blurry train windows, songs played too late at night. I tend to hold onto things long after they’re supposed to pass. Somewhere between psychology lectures, annotated paperbacks, midnight playlists, and overthinking fictional characters like they’re real people, stories became less of an escape for me and more of a way of understanding life itself.

As a kid, people always told me I spoke like an older person. I think I was just painfully aware of time passing. Even now, I still feel it constantly, how quickly moments disappear, how certain versions of ourselves quietly become memories, how some feelings are impossible to explain unless you find them reflected back in a book or a song. Maybe that’s part of why I read the way I do. I don’t just want stories to entertain me; I want them to understand me a little.

This page is basically a collection of everything that lingers in my head for too long – books that left me emotionally compromised, lines I had to underline twice, playlists that sound like certain chapters, thoughts that arrived at inconvenient hours, and all the strange little ways fiction leaks into real life. Less of a polished review site and more of a place to romanticise stories, overanalyse characters, and keep the parts of art that I wasn’t quite ready to let go of.

I think we live in a world that asks us to move on from things too quickly. Finish the book, start another one. Hear the song, skip to the next. Feel something deeply for a moment, then package it neatly away and continue on. But I’ve never really known how to do that. Some stories stay with me for months. Some sentences change shape as I grow older. Some characters feel stitched into particular years of my life so permanently that thinking about them feels like reopening old versions of myself.

So this space became a way of slowing all of that down. A way to sit beside the things that moved me instead of rushing past them. If you’ve ever loved a story so much it quietly rearranged parts of you, then you’re probably in the right place.