As a child in my backyard, I would hold objects that I would find in my hand (particularly interesting rocks, small creatures, a toy car) and think about where it has been and how it got there. I believe I learned about my existence through meditating on these objects. A large window in my room had space enough to place these objects on. In winter, I would place objects there to think about. When presented in this way, (played on a phone, in a handmade box, with the lights off) I am better able to connect to memories mostly lost and yet still be aware that in certain ways, I am disconnected from them.



Documentation: to be viewed on a cellphone, inside a hand made box, with the lights off.