Toybox is back after a two-week hiatus (courtesy of grad school and other issues). This past week was especially overwhelming and bittersweet, so I’m keeping this brief and including a few of my favorite Smashing Pumpkins videos for old-school, angsty atmosphere. Here’s to sharing our sorrow and wonder.
(thanks Lindsay)
At sixteen I was so vulnerable to every influence
That the overcast light, making the trash of addicts & sunbathers suddenly clearer
On the paths of the city park, seemed death itself spreading its shade
Over the leaves, the swan boats, the gum wrappers, and the quarreling ducks.
It took nothing more than a few clouds straying over the sun,
And I would begin falling through myself like an anvil or a girl’s comb or a feather
Dropped, tossed, or spiraling by pure chance down the silent air shaft of a warehouse,
The spiderweb in one fourth-floor window catching, in that moment, the sunset…
(read the entire poem here)
And that’s it. Thanks for bearing with me, and please do watch those videos. They are the breath of me right now.
