I said I don't like making collages, montages, and frottages, but it was strangely therapeutic as well. Because I find the tasks so challenging, I was thinking of nothing else, and whether it was this concentration , the outcome of the collages, or the combination, but I was quietly happy all last night. Which was a far cry from Monday, when for the whole day I thought of ways to un-become a weaver.
Collage might be thrown into the potentially-happiness-generating tool box.
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