Publisher's Synopsis
Identity, sadness, madness, are but only pebbles to the mountainous idea of what a human is, or supposed to be. And for Elise, that is likely an understatement in itself. Yet, why does she feel the way she feels; are there words to explain, any coming-of-age cliché that could summarize or give definition? What says Chicago, what says friends, what says parents, what says society, what says dreams, what says nightmares, and what says Elise? Shall she give in to the darkest regions of her being in hopes a glimmer of light validates the ruins that eventually will become us all? Said ruins already hollow, chilling like trees in winter. And Elise, she is only trying to make sense of it all, if there is any sense that exist. If truly divinity and transcendence can be achieved what are the lengths, what can be shown--whom amongst us can be naked?
