Eliza and Her Monsters

by Francesca Zappia

Disappearing is an art form, and I am its queen.

I should start by saying you are not pathetic. I don’t know you, yet I know that by no stretch of the imagination are you pathetic. Most people aren’t, and only think they are.

Creating art is a lonely task, which is why we introverts revel in it,

what gives a story its meaning is the fact that it ends. Our stories have lives of their own—and it’s up to us to make them mean something.