Mementos
blogYesterday I went into my wardrobe. On top of my wardrobe is a shoebox and in that shoebox is all of the memementos of my past: all of my love letters, lyrics, and letters that form the emotional backbone of my life.
Things that are irrelevant to your day to day life, but which still hold a charge. I was trying to think of a metaphor that would sum it up.
THe only thing I could think of was that it was like nuclear waste. SOmething that burnt brightly, which allowed me energy to prosper in my early years, but now it is toxic and causes cancer.
All these thwarted moments. It sent me into a profound depression. OMG (a night in which people share embarrassing teenage memories) is a kind of nuclear waste processing plant. By reading out these lyrics from my tender years, some of the toxicity, some of the waste will be safe for the Earth once again.