Something about listening to Coalhouse's angry soliloquy from Ragtime while making frantic collages at midnight. And then the melancholy of Kay Hanley's "Faded Dress," until, of course, Andrew Bird steps in and chills me out... Putting things together, one jagged-edged magazine cut-out at a time.

((I have apparently decided to double-post here and Xanga. Maybe. Sometimes. Anyway, I felt like it tonight, since this is evidentally the span of days in which I go mad after 10pm and make crazy, confused collages.))