Honestly?

I've mentioned how I'm reorganizing the universe. I recently came upon these huge pieces of matboard, under the couch, under the dust, and under a box of paper and old art. They are from my undergrad days, circa 2002. Cut up, covered in tea stains and cryptic notes, sketches and manifesto snippets. I am getting rid of them, but only after documenting the bits that are why I held on to them for so long.