Very early in the process, I was collecting materials and drawing essays as esthetical propositions for the map and to translate the residual expressions collected from old notebooks, lost fragments of digital content, audio records, images on clouds, personal chats, dreams and labyrinths.

Thinking about how to create this map, my imagination went to a place of old memories. First the trajectory, the experience, the sensations. Then digging a hole, feeling the hands on the floor and burying a treasure. Finally walking back each step, adding mystery, revisiting the memories of nice and challenging experiences, to sketch in a paper and share in form of a map. The map is then not an absolute objective truth, nor pure fiction. It is co-creating the reality in the relationship with people. It is trash with some colors. It is the electricity of curiosity and a world of possibilities.