Miniature Soundtracks : Episode Two
Miniature Soundtracks is my small experiment in mp3 blogging. I'll be using a beloved image from my flickr photostream or favorites, reflect on it for a few sentences, and then give you a song that evokes the same feelings. If your photo or song is featured and you'd rather it not be, let me know and I'll take it down immediately.
Photo by reallycrumby, whose photostream is beautiful and worth looking at before you read on.
I collect ephemera. Every time I look inside a drawer, empty a purse, or check the pockets of my laundry, I come across scraps of paper representing laughter, sadness, and secrets. I have boxes full of birthday cards, photographs, notes, ripped-out journal entries, pieces of poems, letters, post-it notes, and crappy sketches spanning the entirety of my twenty-five years. It's strange when a part of your life closes and there are still physical manifestations of it falling into your hands every time you open anything. It's as though you're reading a book that's filled up your brain and as you turn the page, it explodes in your hand, showering you with confetti. There are so many pieces that you could never hope to collect them all in one handful and you don't even try. Sometimes you find pieces and try to remember what the ending you were waiting for was. Years later, you'll walk past the place where it happened and find a single scrap and unfold it to find the final word, and it will all start to make some sense.
The Things That Bind You : Rock Plaza Central from The World Was Hell To Us
Photo by reallycrumby, whose photostream is beautiful and worth looking at before you read on.
I collect ephemera. Every time I look inside a drawer, empty a purse, or check the pockets of my laundry, I come across scraps of paper representing laughter, sadness, and secrets. I have boxes full of birthday cards, photographs, notes, ripped-out journal entries, pieces of poems, letters, post-it notes, and crappy sketches spanning the entirety of my twenty-five years. It's strange when a part of your life closes and there are still physical manifestations of it falling into your hands every time you open anything. It's as though you're reading a book that's filled up your brain and as you turn the page, it explodes in your hand, showering you with confetti. There are so many pieces that you could never hope to collect them all in one handful and you don't even try. Sometimes you find pieces and try to remember what the ending you were waiting for was. Years later, you'll walk past the place where it happened and find a single scrap and unfold it to find the final word, and it will all start to make some sense.
The Things That Bind You : Rock Plaza Central from The World Was Hell To Us
Labels: miniaturesoundtracks, music
1 Comments:
Really appreciate your posts on Althouse. Thanks for being so smart and sane in a sea of psychos.
-zach
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