#Statement: 0. It is human nature to find meaning in the “meaningless.” To chart the universe’s coincidences like prophecies. Search for signs to confirm or deny what we already know to be true. Number lists of random items as if the numbers stand in as a proxy for relation. I do a lot of this senseless sense-making. My medium of choice: language. I mull around bathroom stalls or the carrels of Hatcher Graduate Library, obsessively picking through the anonymous graffiti scribbled onto its walls. I want to believe that by connecting the words and myself, I can forge some connection with the stranger who wrote them. Human to human, heart to heart: Isn’t that the most meaningful connection there can be? I have been collecting language for as long as I can remember, taking photos and jotting down notes of what I find particularly curious. But this habit has intensified since entering university. Now a sophomore, I head steadfastly to the halfway point of college, just as far in as I am ...