When I write I think I live in a golden castle that shines in the sunlight.

On June 12, 1958, Carolina chooses an apt symbol for the function writing serves in her life. This castle is both beautiful and protective, a place where she finds the hope she needs to carry on, and a refuge from the daily struggles and humiliations of daily life. Carolina is the queen of this castle, and in writing, she potentially summons the only source of power she has in a life where things often seem out of control. Though this image seems magical and imaginary, Carolina actually builds something concrete through her words: a remembrance, evidence that she was there. Rather than being purely dreamy or ephemeral, her writing charts concrete progress toward a permanent place in the world. She may not have a home or a job, but through writing, she can establish a sense of self that outlasts the whims of fate.