—The memories of his mother’s antique shop are painful, shrouded in sorrowful personal history and family stories.

Growing up in a viper’s nest, I was used to the warm feeling of alienation and the pain of chaos. Now, with the timeline rent asunder, the blade slices through bone and the soul inspirits the cocoon awaiting the emergence of the monster that will invariably become the true “me”. The memories of my mother’s antique shop are painful, shrouded in sorrowful personal history and family stories. Memories remembered and callously reshaped, a personality cruelly deconstructed yet either colorfully described or transformed it into a hideous monster, making it unique as if belonging to its own time and space.