Artist's commentary
Day 95
Hot.
When I woke up, I was in the Guardian's nest.
Wonder what happened to Red-eyes...
And this is... my little sister's teddy bear...
Why is it here... It's dirty and smelly...
It stinks of sea water and drool and other stuff.
And... the faint smell of home.
The lost home that I longed for, my family...
My memories up until now...
... I want to go home...