My little dog-eared library

I keep contemplating how our world treats women when no babies are born.

One of my favourite dystopias, and the reason I keep reading and value literature.

Life has no meaning, but we have to imagine Sisyphus happy.

Read when I was six, and I have never stopped thinking about the absurdity of life.

Where I began to dive into child sexual abuse and trafficking.

Never finished, because I reread every paragraph several times before I understand.

My paternal grandmother was a rare woman of her era, educated and from a wealthy family, yet married off to my grandfather in an arranged marriage in her teens; when I was five and asked if she had any regrets, she recommended To Live.

Where I began researching multigenerational child abuse in cults.

I rethought the social system around me.

Wondering what a life means, every time.

I knew from the first pages that this was the research for me, and now I am doing the research.

I rethought how healthcare systems can, and cannot, help patients.

“A Temporary Matter” began my journey into Indian literature, and reminds me that everything in life is a temporary matter.

Shame must change sides.

My childhood dream was to become a catcher in the rye.

Existing before my essence.

Language is a game: a thought I have had since I was young, and Wittgenstein helps me find words for my ideas.