This is the memory palace of my summer courtesy of the young man I spent a good part of it with. The layers of collage are deep and some collages open to more collage and others contain pockets with removable collage pieces. Some layers are not accessible, there are a few sigils and things written on undersides of the composed paper. It makes me hella sad, in the way thinking about June in November can be really sad.
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