sadness

Picture! Take a picture / We’ll forget, but we can’t forget / We fight for the memory but lose every moment.

The building behind them stood tall, rays of light attacked every apartment as if attempting to dilute the sadness contained within the walls. It was a building of lost hopes, of impossible promises, of wasted moments.

The rain will stop in two hours — and when it stops, the city will wake up to a sunny sky, clueless about the wet melancholy of the night.

Still, the journey to joy is riddled with obstacles and illusions. Happiness is subjective to time, identity and experience. Though my current perception of happiness will surely change in the future, I know there will forever remain sources I cannot outgrow.

Paint was all over me. My fingers were blue, the floor was brown and my camera was bombarded with hundreds of “artsy” photographs. I got in so much trouble for spilling paint all over my family’s rug, but it was all worth it. 

It is in this atmosphere of reduction that the sad girl comes in. On TikTok, she may be described as a “Virgin Suicides”/“Bojack Horseman”/Lana Del Rey/“Gone Girl”/Mitski fan. She is ruminative and sad, while enjoying ruminative and sad media.

While Hutchison claims his writing is shit, there is also the, perhaps unintentional, reminder that since these songs are about life, the shit is inevitable.

Rupi Kaur performed Sunday in San Francisco, so we've decided to rank her works of art — because that’s what we at the Clog do. Enjoy.