I recently found a slip of paper I saved from a fortune cookie in my travel case with my passport that read, “Chance favors those in motion.” I wondered how many trips I had carried this silent wish around for as a reminder of personal agency. Items surface and reoccur in my work to be activated, reinvented, and coded. New memories are formed, interpreted in conversation with all my relations, the more-than-human, others, myself, and various locations. I believe in change and that the borders and boundaries that try to neatly contain and explain everything are not fixed but rather fluid in a constant system of interconnectedness. Like Brooklyn, the city where I now live, I too am comprised of a multiplicity of truths. If I keep moving, thinking, dreaming, and creating, to have mobility to not be stuck, I can imagine a future on my terms. The objects I create are a work of self-definition, and they carry hope into my life that crosses the social limits of gender, race, and class.