Sam was tired of being tired. Life was just too much. There was the stuff with their dad, the neverending dating nightmare, and the everyday challenges of just adulting. Sam wanted something that was just theirs. Something that they could actually do. Something they could actually make. It could be something small, they thought. Just something they could manage that didn't require a ton of investment. They looked around their dingy and untidied apartment and tried to figure out what they could do with what they had. They had some basic art supplies and a stack of recycling. Then Sam remembered something they used to do as a kid: collage. It would be easy enough to start, Sam thought. They had scissors, notebooks, markets, glue, and a stack of junk mail that had pictures and text. The first collage Sam made was cluttered with too many words--perhaps reflecting the too many thoughts running through their head. One was enough for the first night of collaging, thought Sam. And so they ...