Are space and time an illusion? Can they be trusted? If not, then who or what should we truly trust? We look to summarize and organize the unimaginable in our minds, compartmentalizing to help us to make sense of what we see, know, or believe. But what if our surroundings are as complex as our inner-selves, ever-changing, ever unexplainable? Perhaps it is inevitable that we accept we are blips in time, neither here nor there. The woman in this drawing is well aware of her unusual and inevitable destiny. Her mistrust for what is to come is clearly written on her face. As she is broken down into her constituent particles, she feels uncertain about her future. She realizes her fate is neither here nor there nor possibly anywhere. She simply accepts that she is soon to be taken.