I'm Kamelia. Camellia. کاملیا. Occasionally even Camille.
By whatever name you call me, I'm still the 20-something Anthropology student who hasn't a clue.
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
-Dickinson
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Jack Kerouac, On the Road