On Revelations

Hi,
Firstly I would just like to thank all of you people for reading this fledgling blog. I am sure that you are all awesome people, and I really appreciate that you've taken the time to read what I've written. Thank you, especially, people who have made positive comments. Thank you again, dear readers, for making me feel like less of  insignificant blip in this world.

I've had a pretty bad week. Some good things have happened, like I've started work on the second part of my story about grief, and I'm in my new house, but lot's of the rest has been terrible. Mainly, I've had a revelation. It's not the sort of revelation which blasts all sadness away, which makes you see the light at the end of the tunnel, or gives you the feeling that you're riding a unicorn, and have slayed all of your  dragons. No. It's the sort of revelation that wraps its tentacles around your throat, and drags your now limp body deep into its pit of despair. I won't share this thought, because in my opinion it's pretty triggering, but I will say that the worst thing about it is that a large part of my heart and soul think that it's true.

I will be fine, I'm sure. Until that happens, I would really appreciate any virtual internet hugs, or positive thoughts that you could send my way. Thank you.

P.S. This is a gif of a paper phoenix that I made a few months ago. I hope that one day, too, I will rise from the ashes. 

Grave Mercy Review

So. The other day I went to Kew Gardens to see the magnolia* blossom.

It was slightly too late in their season, and thus magnolia were not quite as beautiful as they had been in previous years. Although I saw many flowers, and explored parts of Kew I had never been to before, I did not have a great time. My morning had been horrible, and that had polluted my entire day. 

An Explanation of The Background Picture

The Chick

Although my childhood home was nowhere near the sea, seagulls were a common presence growing up.

The penguins in London Zoo live in an open enclosure (or, at least, they did. It's been a few years since I've visited). The seagulls would wait for the penguin's feeding time in my neighbourhood, which was relatively close to London Zoo, and then fly over and steal their fish. 

That was the reasoning for why there were so many seagulls in Belsize Park. I'm not sure if it's true.

When my father lost his banking job in 2008 (He's not evil finance type, I assure you, he sued the bank for wrongful termination and won), we had to sell our home. This was very distressing. Strange people viewed our house, my parents fought violently, and I thought of suicide.

Eventually, after my parents had taken our house off the market, put it back back on again, and bought a dog, some people bought our house. I never met the buyers, whom my parents referred to solely as The Russians.

A short time before we moved to a rented house in Highgate, I noticed what seemed to be a seagull chick sitting on the arial of a house that was opposite to ours. It was dusk, and I became obsessed with the chick (looking at the picture now, the bird looks a lot at like a jay. I assure you, at the time I was certain that it was a gull). It seemed as though it was stuck on the arial, as though it couldn't fly away. I photographed the seagull chick many times that evening, but the pictures never seemed to capture the exact spirit of the bird. It was too dark, and far away.

When I created this blog, which named Slightly Surreal in a fit of inspiration, I decided that I would have a custom background. I chose this image because I liked the colours, because it was so full of my emotions, and because it is Slightly Surreal*.

*Ha ha.

Greetings to All Sentient Beings of The Universe

Highgate Cemetery

Hi.

My name is not Sophie Rabbit, although it is similar in terms of implausibility. I live in London, where the diverse architecture makes my heart sing. I am a mixed-race, queer, teenaged girl, and there aren't very many people who I know who aren't paid to speak to me. I am really fucking full of angst.

Regent's Canal

Slightly Surreal will be a blog about all of my many and vast interests, which I have detailed quite extensively in my Blogger profile. I'll be posting various short works of fiction, origami and baking tutorials, and breathy analysis of manga, television, film, and novels. I will try to update about twice a week, but please bare with me if I fall behind.