Oct 27.

10/27/2025 10:08. Correspondence 69

I just finished reading The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. It's going to stick with me for a while.

What a day it's been if you live in the southeast. I would consider it the first full chill of the season. It was a beautiful, dreary day full of rain and wind. The kind of day that is incredible if viewed from a window. I, however, did not have the luxury of staying indoors and had to brave the picture-esque portrait that sits large over my desk.  I did so without an umbrella, for I have a much more dramatic and impractical solution to stave off cold showers: a cloak. It was a move I had long planned but long feared. If you ever want to test your courage and bravery, leave your abode in a cloak. It did as intended and kept me cozy. And society did me a soild and no mean things were said to my face. They owe me one; it's the least they could do. As sleuthed out in my therapy session today, it is society and the way social pressures have been imprinted on me over the years that have made me the terribly complex and sometimes irrational person you see today.  

What joy. 

The Yellow Wallpaper is a brilliant and thought-provoking piece on the horrors of rigid gender roles, as well as a brilliant metaphor for mental health that I do believe will stick with me for a while. It already has. 

Until tomorrow,

Calvin Landreth