as ripping and painting and gluing, but it's getting the job done. After finishing my last bound journal (not including my current one and before moving on to HGI) I decided that although I had ripped out everything I mean to keep, to revise for stories, or to place in other journals as reminders, there had to be SOMETHING else I could do with at least bits of them. I mean, they're shite. Yes, I guess, they were supposed to be to a certain extent, but some of those pages still bring me to tears, or made me giggle, and that's worth something.
So I flipped quickly through them and found a few more uses for some pages out of momentous times in my life. And decided to add to my "In 10 Minutes" Sketchbook project:
Like a post about crying which ended in a very long scream
Or some Shakespeare I had felt the melodramatic need to copy down
HOW ABOUT the pages I wrote all about coincides.. except we all know there are no such things
And old letter I written in college that was waiting to be sent
Or my sketch of one of the most horrific moments/places I experienced in Auschwitz
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