Right now, I'm sobbing to Alvvays. I'm thinking about Dr. F messaging me the other day about how the last paper I wrote for him has been assigned by him in one of his classes - and how Ewan and I have spent hours combing through it and tearing it to shreds, because it's genuinely not a very good paper. That sounds mean and defeating, but believe me, it's one of the most life-affirming things I do with him. He encouraged me last night to get a Subtack and start posting fiction: "Just start putting out stuff. Get a Substack account tonight. Nobody cares. This isn't the big leagues. That's the thing: you can do whatever you want. You just have to do it." I'm skimming through books I loved as a teenager and missing the shit out of you, Madison. I'm missing all the people I've met before. Now I'm about to go into the city with my camera with Julian and Natalie. I don't know what we're going to do, but I've never been happier. This is the future.
