Death, to me, is an unknown phenomenon as well as a certain end to life. I have always been afraid of death. My fear takes the form of my life being oppressed and shrinking in space to nothingness. Memories and things in my possession would be washed away, leaving me breathless. To put it simply, I think my life exists for death and this collection is just asking simple questions about the raison d’etre of my existence in the hope to resonate, much like this conversation between us.