Yao shares this poem: "Time after time, I break down into a million pieces of identification, none of them vital in any way, I'm left with a shell... a promise — to grow back the garden I left behind." Around the poem are images of Yao, with short red hair, signing into a computer to fill out immigration paperwork in colors of jade, tan, purple, and peach. Beneath the collage is a garden left in the gentle grey clouds of dreams, a part of Yao's imagination.