Update from Madison Nonoa

Hello from London! October/November 2017 I am writing to you on a cold, cloudless Halloween from the Barbican centre, London. It’s week eight here of this term at Guildhall but it feels as though it could easily be year eight — so much has happened and I already feel as though I have undergone some kind of metamorphosis. For example: I grumble like every one else when someone forgets you're supposed to stand on the right NOT the left of the escalator if you don’t intend on walking up; I no longer answer with a cheerful “very well thanks, how are you?” when anyone asks me “you alright?” because they aren’t, despite what I suspected for so long, asking how I am but if I need help; and, I have