“I hadn’t seen her in half a year. She’d grown so thin I almost didn’t recognize her. Her plump cheeks had thinned out, as had her neck. Not that she struck me as bony or anything. She looked prettier than ever. I wanted to tell her that, but couldn’t work out how to go about it. So I gave up.”

“I sometimes think that peoples’ hearts are like deep wells; all you can do is guess from what comes floating to the surface once in a while.”

- Haruki Murakmi

Everyday, we wake up.

The world we see around us and our implication in it, is to me, the essence of work. We work hard to understand, to contribute, to negotiate this world around us — in our neighborhoods, on street corners, in living-rooms and offices, alone and in groups. I am ever fascinated by the things people do and the choices that they make, even the most minute details in otherwise banal actions. These instances reveal who we are.

I see ignorance as a phenomenon of our time.  People want to survive and contribute and evolve but sometimes haven’t the faintest clue how to produce good in the world.  Sometimes we don’t even know how to be good to ourselves.

Ours is a problem of coincidence and connectedness. We want to distill good energy from everything and everyone around us, even from ourselves. But sometimes, our timing is off. Sometimes, we get lost. Sometimes, we are here instead of there. And then we remember, and the moment’s passed…

MAPS was always intended as a tiny story about two people caught in a situation of irreconcilable forces.

I sometimes think that the point of it all is to strive for reconciliation at all costs, with each other, and, especially, with ourselves.

And then we wake up…