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The wisest person I've ever known once told me that the universe is composed of language and math, that God is a mathematician who harmonizes numbers and letters in perfect synchronization. I believe he's right. Humans crave what we already are and I find myself in the things I write, yet also in the digital world around me.
I draw inspiration from several RPG's I play, but I also use Tumblr code as a vehicle to explore my current relationship and poke at the queerness I'm still adjusting to. Growing up as a fundamentalist Christian, there is a lot of adjusting, and I find that interjecting the abstract into something as dense or noisy as code allows for a sharp contrast. A train-wreck of sorts!! One you (I) can't look away from.
Olivia Torres is a queer, Latina fangirl who hails from a small town in western Massachusetts where the potholes in the roads are so large they have now developed sentience. She received her Bachelor's in English from Westfield State University, with a concentration in writing as a craft. Her work has appeared in the Merrimack Review, the Dandelion Review, and Alyss Literary Journal. In her spare time, she enjoys being roasted by her tarot cards and playing eye-tag with the moon.
