When I was seven years old I lost my sister. Last year I found a box with old memories, parts of who she was and notes that I wrote to my mom during the first year after her death, heart broken by my sister’s loss. In 2009, I fell into a state of depression and saw myself as a prisoner of my own world locked into my apartment for six months. While I was trying to get out of the hole, I started capturing the seascape from my window. I felt an instant connection between the sea horizon, where I see the coming and going of cargo ships, and those fragments of my life. The transience of the daily arrivals and departures feels to me just like the people in my life. By documenting this discontinuity, I can deal with my inner movement.