When my birthday comes along and my mom isn’t here to tell me “Parabéns”, do I still grow older? When my grandpa dies and I’m 4,952 miles away from the funeral, could I still have one last conversation with him? Some questions can only be answered in a different type of reality. This is an attempt to travel to the unreachable, to count the unquantifiable, and leap into the shallow waters of a suitcase.
