I’m trying to cling onto feeling excited about being alive. I’m thinking about personal bubbles, the Sims, our caves. I’ve been collaborating on absurdist performances with my friends. I’ve been moulding jellies, frothing fountains, and adorning forts to stay in. I want to stay excited amidst persistent unknowns by chasing intuitive novelties. To experience pop-up joy. To remain a liquid.