a revival

maybe

hello friends,

I hope you’re well out there in the ether.

A lot has changed since my last newsletter. in the world and also in my life.

I’m busy working on my master’s thesis, which is about weather, nature, and enchantment in my favorite book, Wuthering Heights. And I’m getting ready to start a doctoral studentship at the University of Lausanne in early modern drama, which feels surreal and thrilling and nerve-wracking, but above all, so special when I think about the teenage version of me who would sit in class covertly reading and writing sonnets, something I felt self-conscious about but was nevertheless compelled to do.

So, academically, creatively, personally, I’m wandering and reading and thinking about climate and the environment and how it affects our psyches and how it converges with technology—often for ill but occasionally for good—and I’d like to re-vamp this little corner of the internet into a kind of scrapbook of stuff I discover out in the natural world, field journal style, a magpie’s collection of flower pics and ephemera and half-formed creative ideas and passages from literature and criticism that I find meaningful.

I want to contribute something small and joyful and pastiche, and to make this space more of a dialogue than a monologue, something akin to my old Xanga, like a meandering conversation between friends. it could even be cool to have guest posts.

So if that’s something you’d be into, I hope you stick around. (A retooling of the substack may also involve a name change, so don’t be surprised if a random looking newsletter pops up in your inbox.)

Okay, gonna get back to work and then check on the snapdragons blossoming from the stone wall down the road.

Wishing you peace, love, and hope that the weirdness you encounter today is either the pleasant kind or ludicrous enough to be funny. xx

-Meg