We usually think of a collage as an art project: a mosaic of magazine clippings, ticket stubs, and textured paper. But look closer at your reflection in the library window. You are the collage.

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.

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