Hi! My name is Tarrita, the human equivalent of a half-finished notebook. As a neuroscientist, I believe it is not a sin to have a slightly chaotic, often wandering mind. I often feel as though my thoughts are in a race, wanting to be expelled from the inside of me. With that, I bleed. And I bleed hard. My pen bleeds for me. Every word is the equivalent of a piece of my mind, and my heart, waiting to take form and be written down. If you like random thoughts that evolve from the mist coming out from a whistling tea pot to stories that are several years’ worth of sweat and tears, you´re in the right place.

“In a world where everyone seems to be larger and louder than yourself, it is very comforting to have a small, quiet companion.”

-Peter Gray