#8 Assembling

Throughout this process, I’ve been circling the same question: What makes something feel meaningful, even when it’s messy, unfinished, or random? I’ve looked at the world through fragments like found textures, broken signage, screenshots of everyday oddities but now I want to take a step back and ask what this way of seeing actually is.

In her book On Longing, Susan Stewart writes about “the souvenir”, a small object torn from its original context that somehow holds emotional weight. I realize my photo archive functions in a similar way. These images aren’t “designed” but they become markers of time, place, and feeling. They’re emotionally charged, not because of their composition, but because of the act of noticing and collecting them.

This kind of collecting the quiet, emotional, inconsistent has nothing to do with curation in the classical sense. It’s not about matching colors or building a “perfect” grid. It’s about feeling something when you look at a corner of a torn sticker on a pole. Or a forgotten note in a public place. These fragments of everyday life don’t scream for attention, and maybe that’s exactly why they speak to me. They don’t try to be art, they just are.

I think this way of seeing is deeply tied to slowness and presence. Noticing is an act of resistance in a fast world. But it’s also creative, it’s not passive. When I collect and document these fragments, I am quietly shaping my own way of designing. Not starting from zero, but starting from what’s already around me.

It also made me wonder: what if this is the material? What if randomness and leftovers are not a starting point for inspiration, but the work itself? I don’t want to just use these images as references for more polished designs. I want to let them remain raw. To find a format where they can exist as they are, where I can add just enough to let them speak.

This process has changed how I think about authorship too. When I put together fragments I didn’t create, am I still the designer? Maybe I’m not designing in the traditional sense, maybe I’m just assembling or paying attention.

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