Kaity Mae Schultz is a writer of subtle moments, ideas that are not lambasted with overt and garish images, but ones found in the softer sides of introspection, a odyssey of her mind that digs deep into the comatose thoughts of the world around her, she shows up flowers in hand at wooden door with a new found mantra. She develops the essence of butter on script, liquid to papyrus, the melting of words into one solid thought. Through her own studies into the damaged mind, you can find Kaity fixing herself, and repairing your attention and own known proclivities with a graceful and meek loving touch. You want to be touched.
