I have been inspired. Reading House of Leaves has drawn me to a conclusion that perhaps I am stuck in my own house, or the house that was at least. I was a library and a great one at that, filled with scholarly information and telling tales. I think my destruction has trapped me in the past and in my own sorrows. I do not know who I am without those walls so I cling to them. “I do not know who I am without those walls.” Sounds like something that could be taken straight out of House of Leaves. When I read this book, I found myself feeling sad for these characters and yet also seeing a strong coorelation with my own life. So with that in mind and a lot of self-reflection, today I have decided to go out and explore nature and try new things and not be trapped inside my own house.