Onomatotopia, where every word sounds exactly as it should

I started last week by trying to recycle other peoples' old half-finished arts and crafts projects. I collected peoples' projects, that they'd been meaning to finish and never got around to. And I meshed them together into something that didn't complete any one individual project, but wrapped them all up together so there was nothing incomplete. I made them all into this one grand city of ideas, crafted together in a little urban park grove back behind my apartment. It really seems to capture the chaos of thousands of intentions stacked on top of one another.

I liked it so much that this week, I am collecting peoples' unfinished writing and stories, and lumping them together into a grand conjoined narrative. All those unfinished first paragraphs gathering cobwebs on peoples' hard drives, but I'm stringing them along with hundreds of different styles and clever turns of phrase and settings and premises, and I'm hoping to swirl them together into one grand sweeping chorus and put it all to music -- a grand opera of everyone's best undeveloped ideas.

If it goes well, then next week I'm going to do the same thing, but with people's abandoned and incomplete life plans.