Around 2021 I started to write memories of my late father on Post-It notes.

I’d struggled with fading memories for a long time, and I think as a part of the never-ending mourning process and as a way to clutch onto him, I started to document these memories. Some were of things we did together when i was very you. Some were more abstract; the contents of his pockets that would be scattered on his bedside table sometimes. I started to build this picture of my Dad, made from memories, and then an idea for something more came from it. A sort of story.