By Ariya Sonethavy
I’ve always romanticized the idea of space, and the escapism that tends to come with depression. I remember reading an article a while ago about a new planet in our solar system. Quite possibly, my own lack of stability with stress from my first semester of college is the result of some astral changes happening right now in this galaxy, and I’m not just talking about the usual Mercury retrograde. There are infinite ways to measure the ambiguity of growing up and constantly feeling like you’re floating in a liminal space, and for me, collaging was the perfect medium.
The Rebirth Project 