Biographies, regardless of how succinct and to the point they may endeavour to be, are a persistent pain in my posterior. Let me explain why, and I’ll try to do so without being overly florid: it’s impossible to establish a reasonable facsimile of a person’s character by listing a few paltry pastimes and preoccupations. That is, however, what’s usually expected of these things, so regardless of what arbitrary facts I include, you’ll come to whichever conclusion to which you are inclined.

Hi. My name is Kira. I am a Design Major at Concordia University, completing my Fine Arts baccalaureate. I am in my mid-twenties, and I have an unhealthy love of key lime pie.

How satisfying was that? Not very, I’d wager, so in the spirit of the haphazard and random, I’ll give you a generous spoonful of something else:

Once upon a time, I was seduced by the dream of becoming a writer. I pursued two years in Liberal Arts under the delusion that writing fiction was a successful career choice, and I failed miserably. Not in the academic sense, no – what I mean to say is that after two years, I realized the flame that sparked beneath the proverbial Bunsen burner of my passion was petering. I loved the literature, the history, the study of art and philosophy, but the Muses are a fickle group of harpies who revel in tempting you one day, and who will abandon you the next without as much as leaving a note on the fridge.