I recently brought home from my mother's basement some boxes containing my old journals, numbering close to 80 I believe (and no, they aren't very interesting, except to me sometimes). Inside one of the boxes I found the following- a book in which I had glued photos I had developed and collages made from letters from old friends. I must have put this together at least 20 years ago, and it felt pretty bittersweet looking at it as I scanned the images. Two of my greatest friends are gone now- Neil in 1997 and Clifford just this past December. That they are gone is not to be born, but I do bear it because I don't have the choice.
I imagine these must have been some of the first collages I ever put together... not that I reeeeally remember. Some of the first, certainly.
The first image is the cover of the book.