I consider myself a "christian absurdist" and an anticapitalist-- also I'm part of a mixed race family.
I'll be writing: non fiction about what all that means.
I'll also be writing: fictional absurdism with a dose of horror.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She was never expressly forbidden from looking through that window, but her father had warned her all her life: "Rosita, I don't wish to hide the truth but it is terrible. You may look out my window, but you will not like what you see."