about me? well, i really like cardboard boxes. not to sit in or lay in or utilize in any box-like manner. i just like how they look. it reminds me of a simpler time. what? hm? oh, no, not my childhood. i didn’t see many cardboard boxes as a child to be honest. even when moving, my parents shielded my eyes from any boxes lest i fall prey to their unorthodox beauty. but now i’ve grown older, and wiser, and i see the truth. while irrefutably sterile, cardboard boxes possess a sort of charm that no other packaging can compare to. their warm brown color, reminiscent of a child’s teddy bear or a beloved family dog, is not meant to endear— and yet it does. that’s the beauty of cardboard boxes. they’re there for a function, and yet they go beyond. they can stack into a million piles and be the most gorgeous thing anyone has seen, even while bearing no resemblance to their natural roots. they are smooth and dystopian and almost painfully simple in design. that’s how they get you. that’s how they evoke feelings of the past.
