Over the course of my final fall semester, I was struggling with a new diagnosis and new medication. To counter feelings of grief, confusion, and loneliness, I put out two jars on the counter in our studio lobby: one filled with folded, paper stars and the other empty. Beneath it, I wrote "In need of good memories. Will trade you one (1) star for them. (Please)" in permanent marker on a piece of scrap cardboard. In the month and a half that it was installed, I received over 50 happy memories. Existing now as an archive, they serve to remind us of the fragments of life worth living for.

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