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Letters from Junior Year

Hannah Wilson
Class of 2017
“I have not lived as a woman. I have lived as a man.” (how so?) “Well I’ve just done what I damn well wanted to and made enough money to support myself. And I’m not afraid of being alone.” –Katherine Hepburn, 1982

I have eyes like headlights and ears full of paint. It is a vigorous splattering every time something reminds me of last year. And the world stays illumined even at nighttime. A street magician found a note tucked into a slot in my ribcage. It read, “Be careful, you fall in love with echoes.” Ironic – I was just thinking about you.

Do not keep pouring yourself out into something that has evaporated. This is driving with your eyes shut.  

“All I know is that it was, and ceased to be, and that is where I’ll leave it.” –David Copperfield, Charles Dickens

Insomnia is the most honorable form of caring-about. 

Message for a Tinder match/exaggerated pick up lines: 
I’d fight a pack of rabid wolves in the middle of a minefield with both hands tied behind my back and one leg nailed to the ground immediately after doing the cinnamon challenge just to have a spaghetti Skype date with you. 

“rasa ‘ham apsu kaunteya” translation: “I am the taste in water, Arjuna” –Bhagavad Gita

When absence goes through you
thread through a needle
everything is stitched with its color

I decide answers to questions in strongly worded letters to myself. 

“Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood.” Nikos Kazantzakis 

Love is giving someone the power of stones over a mirror, and trusting they won’t throw them. 


Hannah Wilson is a junior McConnell Scholar. She studies philosophy, political science, and women and gender studies.