Christopher Killian
Journalist & Writer
The writer takes the reader by the hand and the two of them head out on a long journey together, only the reader is blind, deaf and cannot feel a thing. Together, they trudge up steep mountains, wash themselves in foamy ocean waves, fall into the solitude of the world and the heart, place themselves as humble strangers at the feet of those they encounter along the way. When the reader returns home, she tells her friends about the amazing moments and incredible details and inspiring people encountered on a trip that changed her life; When a full, blood moon made her back tingle, when the sound of clear water babbling between river rocks made her imagine a newborn child, when she held a tortured stranger and felt the rhythm of his heart mixing with hers.
This is what writing means to me.
This is what writing means to me.