Granola is taking over my life letter.

Dear X,

I’ve been having crazy vivid dreams every time I close my eyes. They take me down a dark windy road, and whenever I look back a dusty haze descends upon the path, and I have no idea where we are headed, or where we have come from.

Those who lead me have no faces, no names, yet in my heart I feel like I’ve always known who they are. But I don’t know if they mean me well, or are sending me to places to fend for myself.

Just last night I dreamt of a possessed raccoon- he greeted my being at a huge oak tree, a gun in his hand. Softly he beat the gun against his roughened palm, bushy tail a-swishing and grin sly. My heart quickened and face flushed, for I felt he could see through my soul at that very point. He smacked his lips and said, “Follow me.”

When I hurried to follow his turned back, I tripped on a root and crashed into him. As my fingers fell through his coat, he dissipated into a cloud of dust, shimmering as it whisked into the air and beyond.

It was then I awoke.

Love,
May

Aqueous humour and vitreous humour letter.

Dear X,

I’m heading up to KL tomorrow to hang out with some awesomely awesome people, and when I get back, I shall have my new passport and the paper crunching will begin. JOY!

L’Opéra de Paris Garnier, where Val and I explored.

The qt pie Tim and I stole glances at during dinner at Le Comptoir.

Mass of heads down the escalator of the tube.

Nostalgic memories at the carousel beneath the Eiffel Tower. Used to ride it everytime.

Who doesn’t love dinosaurs? They’re kickass! Diplodocus bones at the National History Museum.

A rainbow of cupcakes at the Stables Market in Camden. Taste was… alright.

Beautiful stained glass at the Cathédrale Notre Dame de Paris.

Identically dressed little girls feeding a squirrel at Hyde Park. Plain adorable!

Sunset at Hyde Park, once again.

Some candy at a store in Covent Garden. Yummmmm.

If candy isn’t your thing, how about some macaroons or cake?

Evening traffic the day I missed my tour bus and Dren and Alex decided they would bring me on our own little personalized tour of London town. Was waaayyy better than a tour bus would ever have been!

A glimpse of what I would call Heaven along the Seine.

Not bad eh? I lied, I had a bit left in the trove of pictures to share, I hope you’re not already bored of these… Well, I’ll definitely have more to share soon!

Onto Bleach No. 360!

Love,
May

PS:,I just want to rant about how applying for Visas and registering for school is making me weep sad, sad tears. Basically I just wasted my time at the doctor’s today when I could have gotten a blood test to see if I’m immune to MMR instead of taking a random MMR jab that I’ll need to follow up with in 30 days time JUST BECAUSE I can’t find my goddamn health booklet from school because of the move.

TAKE DEEP BREATHS MAY.

What if the movie sucks letter.

Dear X,

This should be the last batch of Paris/London/KL pictures I’m sending over.

I’ve been doing absolutely NOTHING recently, other than meeting up with some old friends for dinner and reading Bleach in bed all day. I’m such a geek, it’s not even funny.

I’ve been thinking about the upcoming move a lot. Frankly, I’m scared yet excited, but also sad to leave everything behind. Mom, friends (the ones that haven’t left yet), and you. It’s so inevitable though, this has been my dream since God knows when.

I received some bad news recently- Shu can’t seem to break her lease. We were thinking of possibly renting a two-roomer together on the east side (Stuyvesant Town thanks to the recommendation of Val), but I guess that’s not happening. Mom wants me to look into getting my own studio flat, but it’s hard since I’m not even in town to look at the places. It’s ok, since I already do have a room in another apartment, but the room is TINY. I thought I might be able to fit a double bed in there but I reckon it’s probably impossible since it’ll take up half or 3/4 of my room space. Sucks.

Everything will be ok…

Love,
May

Oh no, they didn’t letter.

Dear X,

The I-20 is a bit of a mess, damn dual citizenship and an anal government.

I’ve been sleeping and waking at unearthly hours, I really need to sort that out.

Love,
May

I know you and I know it won’t take you long to make me smile letter.

Dear X,

Today’s been an extremely lazy day. I’ve just been indulging in some anime/manga cravings. Some photoshop… The usual.

I’ve been feeling really restless, but lazy of late. Rather conflicting emotions. I think it’s the build-up to New York? I feel like something’s missing, although I’m not sure what, yet.

Christmas is around the corner and I’m beginning to really feel it in my bones. I remember when I lost that fuzzy vibe for the few years, it sucked big time. This year is going to be different, I can tell! The last blast before the big move.

Love,
May

And tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow letter.

Dear X,

Caught Amanda Palmer today and she kicked major ass. I love punk cabaret and she totally looked the part.

Love,
May

Letters from Londres et Paris (2).

Dear X,

I had a shoot today, it was fun. Now I’m bloody tired.

Love (from 191 miles away),
May

Letters from Londres et Paris (1).

Dear X,

So I got into New York. I’ll be gone come January. Scary (but exciting)!

Love,
May

PS: That first picture, I stopped in my tracks when I saw the words on the ground. They’re for you.

Chuck Klosterman letter.

Dear X,

Here’s a thought:

We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person who you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occurred. This is because the individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real—but you create the context. And context is everything. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

Anyway, pictures coming up soon. Loads.

Love,
May

Sometimes life isn’t easy letter.

Dear X,

I disappeared for a while. Saw a bit of the world. A little excited. A little bored. Everything seems the same after a while.

I don’t feel the need to really connect to the world anymore. I want to burrow deeper into myself and find myself more.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

-Oscar Wilde

Ugh, so true.

Love,
May