The Unabridged Journals of Karissa Gupta

 Dearest readers,  I’ve delved into countless fictional realms, plots and relationships. Yet, I’ve mostly steered clear from the most important tale of all, the tale of m life and how individual events accumulated together and finally culminated into the creation of this blog. Before i get not my entire life story, let me give you the basics. My name is Karissa, a Greek word which means love and grace. I am currently an 11th grader, studying the IBDP curriculum (lord save me). If i had to describe myself in just a few words I would say, confident, passionate and just the right amount of inane. As this is a blog, my introduction wouldn’t be complete without me talking about my favourite pieces of literature. If you haven’t been able to tell, The Secret History by Donna Tart is a novel that is so close to my heart that I have countless copies of it and i refuse to leave the house without a copy in my bag. “It is better to know one book intimately than a thousand superficially”, ...

Friedrich Nietzsche once wisely said, “ A young man cannot possibly know what Greeks and Romans are. He doesn't know whether he is suited for finding out about them.”    To sum up an intricate journey full of madness, idiosyncrasies and frankly, borderline sociopathic behaviour, let me just say, I have a profound desire to reverse the ticks of the clock which my ears have already heard, and magically engrain these words of Nietzsche into the abyss of my mind, igniting the much needed realisation that an obsession with the classics is akin to selling your soul to the devil. It seizes control over your life, clawing into your brain and, ensnaring your mind, relentlessly forcing it back to the same thing over and over again, no matter how hard you try, only one era runs through your subconscious, while you sleep, while you breathe and even while you lie on the ground perfectly still, intertwining with the soil and reaching another dimension that lies amidst the heavenly tapestri...