As simple as carving out space and time. The threads binding family as thin as human hair. Bundled and encased to withstand the undersea pressures of life. Forgotten beneath the waves. Threatened by space and time. A child of a mother who does not want to be a mother, who does not want to be alive, who does not believe in loss for others, only for herself. The child finds a home but, for the weave of threads, disembarks, takes after her mother, believes only in her experience, and denies that of others. The undersea cable, a highway, a remote windowless room with strangers. This is her experience now. As complex and delicate as hair, the weight of an ocean upon her, she must find the surface to experience home and family and love and sisterhood and seasons and through line and the quality of air unhindered by pain.