Death of the Author

“I was dead, but I was not gone.”

Living as a ghost in your own life is a strange kind of freedom. It lets you watch the world move without you.

“I had become a monument, and monuments don't breathe.”

Success can feel like a cage made of other people's expectations. Sometimes you have to disappear just to breathe again.

“They loved the book more than they could ever love the woman who wrote it.”

The stories we write can end up owning us. We lose ourselves in the versions people want us to be.

Being famous feels like being watched by thousands of eyes that don't really see you. They only see the mask you wore once.