
I've always compulsively held onto scraps of paper over the years. Posters, flyers, bits of trash, notes from friends, drawings, they're all in the back of a filing cabinet. Once in a while I make a collage out of them.

This one has a newspaper from 1942 that was under the floor in the 337 building, as well as a ripped-up copy of J.D. Salinger's 9 Stories I found once. It's one of my favorite books.

My senior year of high school I had posters floor to ceiling in my room. I took them all down and made cd-sized squares out of all the images, the images that informed my life.

I've kept the poster with me ever since through 4 years of college, It's time to let it go.

See you on tuesday.

is your word "fragility?" or are you still working with the original sentence?
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