I identify very strongly with Nick Carraway. My life is my own
and the novel is centred around me, but it's not really. I am
the protaganist, but I'm not the hero; instead, I exist to
serve witness to the great, the unfathomable. I am here to follow
the great around, to see it through fresher eyes, here to stay
when Rome falls to ruins. Maybe one day I will tell tales of the
Gatsby that I lived to experience, and maybe nobody will believe
me. Maybe I'll be the only one to believe in my Gatsby. Maybe
I will attend the funeral of the experience alone. Certainly,
though, I feel that I exist just to attend it.