Not all art work draws on personal archives that embrace our fear of forgetting and the fear of growing bald while developing a third eye. The urge of peeing through your elbow and the incapacity of remembering every fuck. The fear that your insides could leak out of your bellybutton and the incapacity of remember the shower you had this morning. The fear of finding something that turns out to be nothing. The incapacity of remembering what the birth canal looks like and the fear of recognizing it another perspective. The incapity to document everything and the fear of growing hair on your feet because they are cold.