Dear Readers,
Spring isn’t really here until May Day. We’re ready to run out to the park, make a few daisy chains (even those thousands of invisible cuts from rolling around in the grass, making our legs itch; even those can’t bring us down). We wish some of the old May Day traditions were still alive and well. Maybe not the maypole thing — that’s a little odd, even for us — but weaving flower garlands (fuck Coachella), or leaving little paper baskets of fresh flowers on your neighbors’ doors. That’s a nice way to usher in the new green sprouts and the sun. We’ve got our own May Day rituals, though. The first time you go for a walk without bringing a sweater. The first time you take your shoes and socks off in the park. The first time you wear a sundress (no stockings). The first time you kiss someone under a tree, or by a river, or, or, or _____ (you can’t get away from it; Spring’s about love, much more than February ever could be). Sticking your feet in the (cold, too cold) lake. Strawberry ice cream cones. Kicking a soccer ball back to a stranger. If there’s a theme for Issue No. 2, our May Day Issue, our Spring Issue, our Holy-Shit-The-Crocuses-Are-Finally-Blooming Issue, it’s distraction. It’s trying to focus, and looking out the window during class because there’s a bee thumping against it, spindly bug legs heavy with orange pollen. It’s absentminded humming, surreal whirls of cherry blossom petals, and fragments of unrelated memories. Thank you for reading, thank you for writing, thank you for drawing. Thank you for getting out in the sun, for getting distracted, for being distracting. Go be disruptive. We love disruptive. Happy May Day. Remember that there’s always new growth on old trees. Do a little photosynthesis for us? Love, E, L, & M
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