"With drawn wings, I fly away, looking through the webbed layers, all existing simultaneously. I no longer feel fragmented but I also don’t feel like a singular version of myself. Everything becomes small from up here, a miniature world that will become large once again. All the non-linear pathways, the labyrinthine corridors of my memory, they connect everyone I’ve ever been and will be, to the ancestral, the familial, the cultural, the self molded by and beyond consumerist agendas, the handmade, the digital, everything I love and everything that pains me. I can see now that they are not mutually exclusive and they are part of a much larger web, and through little paper windows I can see you and you can see me, finally."