I spent a good chunk of time hunting and downloading some new indie albums this week. I don’t usually try looking for music videos, but I had to check when I heard Purity Ring‘s Fineshrine (from their debut album Shrines).
“Get a little closer let fold/ Cut open my sternum and pull/ My little ribs around you/ The lungs of me be crowns over you/ Get a little closer let fold/ Cut open my sternum and pull/ My little ribs around you/ The rungs of me be under under you”
For the unfamiliar, the sternum is the bone in the middle of the chest, under which lies the heart. I imagine her opening her chest, tucking someone between her lungs, into the space occupied by the heart (I assume that “rungs of me” means her spine), and pulling her ribs closed after.
Okay so the song itself is maybe a bit morbid, and the video is even more disturbing. But I find it sweet.
I’ve been absent for more than two months on the blogosphere. I could plead the busy excuse, but I wouldn’t be fooling anyone who can see my Twitter feed or Facebook page. Haha.
Truth is, I just didn’t feel like writing for a while, even though I was bursting with the things I wanted to say. And when I did feel like writing, the paragraphs simply refused to form. Ah, the irony.
What do you write when the stories you really want to tell are better left untold, and everything else feels trivial in comparison? I keep composing stuff in my head, and in the silence of this callroom, I’ve lost count of how many mental monologues I’ve had. So many things to say, no one to tell them to.
Right now I am trying to keep my heart a placid pool, although beneath the surface is a strong undercurrent of yearning. But I guess sometimes all you can really wish for is a moment. A point in time worth remembering. Something to look back on that warrants a smile or a sigh.
We saw this chair at Lorenzo Villas, and my immediate thought was "this is the ideal place to be all nostalgic and emo."