Emily writes like she’s sending a letter from the other side of a dream. A lifelong lover of Alice in Wonderland, she’s drawn to the soft blur between reality and imagination — where melancholy can wear a velvet ribbon and humour often knocks when you least expect it. She doesn’t believe in “fixing” the dark; she believes in finding its rhythm.
In Window Seat, she offers quiet reflections and loosely themed recommendations — a book, a poem, a thought you didn’t know you needed. It’s a space to slow down and stare out the proverbial window. To sit with a feeling without needing to name it.
If sadness had a playlist and poetry had a railway carriage, Emily would be waiting in seat 7A with a paperback, a pen, and a question she hasn’t quite figured out how to ask yet.