Letters

I'm not lazy. When people get famous, their letters always get published. I'm just skipping a stage, and conveniently telling you about life as I know it.


Letter to Adam Dixon, of 24th October

Have I failed you as a friend?
Is there any point in trying to make excuses for not getting back to you?
I was initially going to use the line "I was waiting til I could give a satisfactory answer'', but I think we both know that your message was just buried under a load of facebook crap, and I probably replied to many less worthwhile things. Sorry.
Anyway, moving on. Bath is much better than I expected in the month I moped at home. I am at home on a friday night, which is not usually a springboard for a positive letter-writing session, but I'm feeling nice. Because.. I don't think I'm staying. The more Chemistry I study, the more certain I am that I am going down the wrong path with this one. I'm not ready to specialise; I want to diversify. Really, truly, I want to write. But I'll need things that I know about, to write about, and I want those things to be politics, art, literature and history. I'll always like physics, but synthesis of compounds is not my thing.

I've been keeping myself afloat by rowing, and the visual arts society. Have gotten fitter than I've probably ever been, in just a month, and trying to get sketching skills back on track. Most of the late-night activities don't interest me that much.. But I've seen some good bands, and worn some good costumes. It's not that I've gone off drink, you know I like to party. Just in comparison to the big wide beautiful world it seems sort of a silly way to spend time and money.

Today I met a girl who is Bangalore born and bred. Reminded me that Alicia is heading back, and are you, too? It's strange that it's really not that far away. How do you reconcile the two worlds in your one head?

I have a third world, too. America. Do you remember how I wouldn't ever let people get away with calling all Americans idiots? That's because there's a few of them I'm incredibly fond of; a best friend and someone who's recently been given the title 'boyfriend'. I don't mean to imply he doesn't deserve the name, merely how taken-aback I am that someone should want that word, especially someone who really does know how pathetic I am. By December 18th I'll be over there for a visit.
The continent is also synaptically linked to the course-dissatisfaction in my head. If I moved there to study, this inter-disciplinary plan of mine, could actually happen, let alone be approved of.
I don't want to show my hand so much as to reveal how serious I am, but I think we should record an album together as soon as possible, so our fame will precede my travel.

Write back in depth, please.
Lizzy