Junk Mail

The Quiet Answer — part 3

(Part 1, Part 2)

I sent my therapist a new collage. She took it in hand during our zoom session and wanted to talk about it. She told me she had asked herself, “Why do I like this?”

I laughed. I had dumped all the paper scraps from my table onto a brown kraft card, then nudged them into a rectangular heap. Something about this pleased me, so I glued it…