Emilie Guan

Dear Readers, In preparation to write this last editor’s note of mine, I read through past post- goodbyes from so many people important to this magazine—some warm, hazy names from before I arrived, others the people who make post- post- for me. I’m struck with the feeling I always get nearing a graduation, or the end of a friend’s trip, or the final bite at a family gathering: how unfair it is that beautiful things must come to an end.

let’s go to the movies By Jessica Lee If you asked a younger version of myself to describe my perfect day, it would probably include a trip to the movies with my uncle. Every time I visited my uncle’s house, we made sure to go see a movie. Regardless of what was playing, we always had the best time escaping to another world for a few hours.

in the first place you never forget your first all roads lead to by Emilie Guan The first time I’m behind the wheel, it’s midnight and freezing, and my father is explaining which pedal is for gas and which is for the brakes. We’re parked on the side of the road right outside our neighborhood, and the traffic lights cast our features in red relief—or in my case, a burnt film of fear. The wheel is damp beneath my hands.