No no no. You miss understand. They want us to return to the collage.
The one we all made when we were but small children. Cutting clippings of our favorite hunks or scorching hot vixens out of glossy magazines. Pasting them together to hang above our beds so we can stare longingly into the dark on long, warm summer nights where sleep comes slow.
We must all return to that. We must recapture that feeling. We must go to collage. Before we truly lose our humanity forever.