My Box

Here are some pictures of my box. It is full of little folded pieces of paper that are tied with string. The pieces of paper are from my diaries from high school. It is about adolescence and the self serving center-of-the-universe crap that we think. Someone in my studies who I cannot remember the name of because I am useless at citing said that adolescence is the ability to think you are the first to experience all the emotions you are experiencing and that you are obviously experiencing them more intensely than anyone else ever will again. So this is me tying up all the bullshit I probably spun to myself and the world and hiding it inside this locked box.

"The earth is flat and nobody could tell you any different,
so your interior encompassed all that existed."

Mostly I just think it looks cool, so many little papers, different yet unified. And I have to spin some academic shit so it fits into a thesis. Yay.