Sophia Worth

I Write Plays That Never Get Put On Stage

Some Things I Think Everyone Should Read


“Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones - a fleeting look, a feeling. The smell of smoke. A windscreen wiper. A mother's marble eyes. Quite sane in the way she left huge tracts of darkness veiled. Unremembered.”
― Arundhati Roy, 
The God of Small Things

I touched the Universe—

And back it slid—and I alone—

A speck upon a Ball—

Went out upon Circumference—

Beyond the Dip of Bell—

-Emily Dickinson

Class of 2020 Senior Project 

Drawing Circles