Alight blurs the boundaries between memory and fiction. It is part autobiography and part imagined future. My life up to now is 90 percent true, while the worlds ahead are 90 percent invented. Yet facts and dreams carry equal weight here, revealing who we are, who we were, and who we may become. Across these pages, I change in voice, in body, in name. With every chapter, another version of me steps forward.
By the end, I am remade entirely: a next life, a new self, carrying pieces of the old. This is a book of darkness and absurdity, tenderness and laughter, a story of falling apart and lighting up again. If something remains with you after reading, I hope it is the glow.
Alight blurs the boundaries between memory and fiction. It is part autobiography and part imagined future. My life up to now is 90 percent true, while the worlds ahead are 90 percent invented. Yet facts and dreams carry equal weight here, revealing who we are, who we were, and who we may become. Across these pages, I change in voice, in body, in name. With every chapter, another version of me steps forward.
By the end, I am remade entirely: a next life, a new self, carrying pieces of the old. This is a book of darkness and absurdity, tenderness and laughter, a story of falling apart and lighting up again. If something remains with you after reading, I hope it is the glow.