I am Eva. 20, almost there and going nowhere. I hail from Singapore but I am currently living in Indiana. Home is 23 hours away by flight and I miss it. I like: Literature, gigs, music (see last.fm), writing amateur poetry/prose, all-day breakfasts, adventures, chawanmushi, tea and spontaneity.

I write stuff here

You can also find me at Lastfm.
Embers & Envelopes

What is it that you contain? The dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia opening in your gut. Every minute, in each of you, a few million potassium atoms succumb to radioactive decay. The energy that powers these tiny atomic events has been locked inside potassium atoms ever since a star-sized bomb exploded nothing into being. Potassium, like uranium and radium, is a long-lived radioactive nuclear waste of the supernova bang that accounts for you.

Your first parent was a star.

Jeanette Winterson, Weight: The Myth of Atlas and Heracles