((install)) - Collage Daze

And that is the "daze." The daze is the blur of walking into the wrong lecture hall for the third time. It is the vertigo of realizing your laundry has been sitting in the machine for six hours, turning into a damp science experiment. It is the specific brain fog of 2:00 AM, where a cold slice of pizza and a philosophical debate about the ethics of artificial intelligence feel equally urgent.

The daze will lift slightly.

The dorm room walls are the first clue. Tacked to the corkboard is a chaotic timeline of your identity: a high school medal hangs next to a Polaroid of someone you met three hours ago; a syllabus for "Intro to Macroeconomics" shares real estate with a dried wristband from a basement concert. You haven't found your "aesthetic" yet. You are collecting pieces.

You will look back at the past few weeks—the wrong turns, the awkward silences, the all-nighters—and realize you weren't lost. You were composing .