There are spaces in which time ceases its linear movement. Fields of fragments, remnants, and displaced matter reveal forms of existence that are at once acts of erasure and re-formation.   Abandonment, drift, collection, and accumulation repeat in  an ongoing cycle of collapse.  War is present as a state of consciousness, a layer of dust settling over memory, place, and body.  As home becomes temporary and begins to unravel, belonging comes into question.