I've been slowly assembling a collage above my office desk for the past two years. At first it was just stuff I liked, needed to remember or had an interest in being hung semi-consciously on the wall. Eventually it became a conscious thing, adding documents and bits of stuff at random. It seems to me now that it documents parts of my life these past couple of years in ways I would never have thought of consciously.
I like the collage as an art form, and I also think of the collage as a metaphor for what I'm doing on this blog: assembling bits and pieces of stuff that both document and participate in the formation of my mental space. If my mind is a room, this blog is the collage on the wall, and you lot come in and scribble your own notes on it. That's actually what I really like the most about it.
Today, the collage came off the wall and I feel very strange about it. I made a photoset of it on Flickr as a sort of documentation.
Oh, and just as an extra little memento mori-ish kinda tempus fugit kinda all-things-must-pass-kinda thing, it's now past midnight and that means I'm 26 years old. Hurrah!
Coincidentally, I once heard that the word hurrah is a Turkish war cry from around the time of the crusades which got caught up in Prussian culture and thus further into Scandinavian and Anglo-saxic languages. I like the idea of yelling hurrah as actually meaning "CHAAAARGE!" By Jove, I shall make it my motto for this year.