I think I’ll defer to Emily Dickinson on this matter:
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us -don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

At night, when I’m all alone, I dream about my kindred that takes me down Alice’s way. She’s not really like Estella because no feeling dwells in ice. When I hear the sad songs, I remember angels never sing sad for long. Those anguished tears fell to the ground and flowers bloomed. That my immortal [...]