Tangled in a maze of thread spiderwebs release their grasp to dangle glass pirouetting towers. Many turns to realize the arrival of the forgotten focus, a dependent object, structure, experience. In pieces, stretched as the net, as the fibers of the paper when rubbed onto an etched metal surface drawing machinery. A structural imagination collapsed within its own depiction. An immeasurable horizon sewn onto the emotional skin of days for remembrance. The escape has internalized, the fear realized.