This was one page of a really wonderful scrapbook I made for an ex-boyfriend. He didn’t like photos, because he felt they didn’t capture what was the true feeling of an instant. So I cut up months of photos and spliced them together when he had to move away, in an effort to give an abstract picture of our time together. Something memorable and upon which he could reflect and look back, but not too tangible or concrete.

I’ve always loved how this image makes me think that I lived an episode of The Science of Sleep.