I’m thinking about making a project about the sea for my grandma, like portraits of the sea or something, where I go everyday like My Octopus Teacher, but not in it because writing is hard from inside water. Like Sophie Calle. I told my grandma this and she said you’d better hurry because I’m getting old, so maybe actually I also write portraits of the sea as bathwater and puddles and anytime I get near water so this will go faster. In this same conversation, my grandma told me that I get my love of bread from her side and that our family used to have to break into houses to peel wallpaper off to get the flour. So determined, she said.