I'm trilingual, passionate, and quiet, which three qualities don't always mesh well together, but I try to make the best with what I've got. I was raised in Europe and have been travling ever since, though I will admit that I only ever feel at home when I'm unsettled. I'm introverted most of the time, except when I've had too many cocktails, and then you can convince me to do just about anything, with anything including dancing seductively (and by seductively, I mean like I'm having an epileptic seizure), playing guitar, and undressing in inappropriate places. I go to Church almost every Sunday, which is a rare thing these days, though I do not go for the dogma and lectures, but more because I believe being openly faithful is something that has been lost on contemporary society. I stand 6 feet tall, I love the mountains, I'm terrified of flying (which is somewhat curious, since I seem to be doing it all the time), and I am enamored with impossibly difficult literature, in the vein of Vladimir Nabokov, James Joyce, Herman Melville, Thomas Pynchon. I will consider myself to have truly lived once I write a few of my own sprawling, daring, irreverent, brilliant novels that can keep professors guessing and teaching for decades to come. In the meantime, I will continue to try and compile as many different thoughts and languages in my head as possible, and hope they take root and grow into something I can call my raison d'etre.