She is a wanderer, a lover of words and lost beyond measure. She writes hoping to find some measure of sanity in this chaotic world but reckons that sanity isn't a probable outcome when one talks about oneself in the third person.
I say Wolf, for all wolves are not of the same sort; there is one kind with an amenable disposition – neither noisy, nor hateful, nor angry, but tame, obliging and gentle, following the young maids in the streets, even into their homes. Alas! Who does not know that these gentle wolves are of all such creatures the most dangerous! — Charles Perrault