There’s this thing I do, a space I made, a place of which I find comfort. It has a beginning and an end but, the structure of this text is not fiction. It’s white around and I can see, but what you ask? A notion of nullity, nothing, or infinity. A place of flourishing diss-illusionary abundance. A space of play, a field of joy, of no bounds, jubilation. Here is home, here is calm, but this isn’t the end and fortunately, it doesn’t quite go like that. Compelling in ways. This is not a role that is played, but a void harvested to embark on a path, to freedom. Roots are entangled through the process of growth, ‘the process is growth’. Networking through a silenced community, relationships are nourished in the physical implementation of medium exploration. It’s about a lineage, a homage to that of which is and that of which can be. From ideas to the physical, retrieved, blossoming in the duality of warmth, comfort in the white space, born is this. I live through this location. Now you can explore, and you are very welcome to do so too.