This is a piece of a collage. I decided this morning to try using my old journals to practice with altered book techniques. Or maybe it's just repurposing. I thought for a while about having a huge bonfire with my old journals, those reams and reams of self-pity and confusion that accumulated over the past few years. Now that it feels like I'm finally moving out of that place, I want to drop that psychic load somewhere. For now I'm going to play with them. I could still end up burning them in a bonfire though.