A white field covered in snow. I am standing with a boombox in my hands. The music plays over the white, and gradually colour bleeds into the snow like a watercolour landscape.

The CN tower stands in the centre of the city. Roots begin at the bottom and spiral up and around the sides. When they reach the top a bud forms and unfolds, the world’s tallest moonflower.

An angel races up the side of a building. As the pads of his feet hit the concrete the echoes form into scorpions that chase him. When he reaches the top he springs into the air. The tails of the scorpions all meet at one point in his body, and he transforms into light.

An endless beach. I lie on it, absorbing the sun and the sounds of the waves. My outstretched hands find a sand dollar in the surf. I turn it around in my fingers, and see that the ridges and trenches in the bone of the creature match my fingerprint perfectly.