Amid all my musing about connection and shared humanity, during this time I was suffering from a lack of connection in my personal life. I was living alone for the first time in my life. I decided to return to the idea of quilting paper as a therapeutic gesture. I wrote a letter to my partner that was part love letter, part frustrated venting, on that same notebook paper I had used in Drifting In My Mind. I then cut it into pieces using quilting templates, making a variation of a nine-block quilt. The letter was no longer legible, except for a few words here and there, and the beginning and ending referring to the recipient (who would never read it) as “Lover.”