Collage Daze Better Today

The dorm room walls are the first clue. Tacked to the corkboard is a chaotic timeline of your identity: a high school medal hangs next to a Polaroid of someone you met three hours ago; a syllabus for "Intro to Macroeconomics" shares real estate with a dried wristband from a basement concert. You haven't found your "aesthetic" yet. You are collecting pieces.

The daze will lift slightly.

There is a specific, sticky kind of twilight that exists only in the first month of the academic year. It is not quite morning and not quite night. It is the hour of the "collage daze"—that liminal season of your life where everything is cut out, rearranged, glued down slightly askew, and left to dry. collage daze