If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
I want a library named after me. Not in a quiet, humble way, but in a dramatic, history-book, future-field-trip kind of way. Think the Library of Alexandria, but reimagined as the Library of Eryn — a place where stories live forever and people walk in feeling like knowledge is sacred and cozy at the same time.
I want it to be bigger than the New York Public Library, which holds over 50 million items and already feels like a universe of pages. Mine would hold even more: cookbooks, diaries, zines, playlists, handwritten letters, blog posts, and tiny pieces of human life that deserve to be archived.
No dusty silence, just warm lighting, soft couches, and endless shelves of possibility — a monument to curiosity, creativity, and cozy chaos, and that books can build worlds.
