I was not ready for a lifestyle of distance, or not the one that I believed myself to be ready for. Entering, I was hopeful, motivated, excited to spend these extra hours working on the dreams I had to push aside in the past. This was the beginning to my uphill journey. Yet, I couldn’t last a week. As quickly as it came, my shining self who smiled with anticipation had disappeared. The hope, motivation, and excitement continued to fade with each day, and eventually I was no longer able to get back up. The days passed so quickly but the hours seemed to last a lifetime. I didn’t feel as though I was in my body, rather it almost seemed like I was dreaming. Watching the movie of my life in a theater dark and empty, unable to pull my eyes away from the illuminated screen that took up my whole field of vision. Despite being the only one in the theater, I couldn’t take control. “Floating Past the Days” imagines such feelings within a fluid-like setting. Captured yet relaxed, the waves take over, dragging me along with them. My life continues, the clock still ticks, yet it seems as though my mind isn’t really controlling me, and instead the consistent flow of time is. However, I’ve found others stuck in a similar situation: knowing the days are leaving us behind yet being unable to break free from the will of the waves. They’re floating alongside me, alongside everyone else, in this never-ending open space. Despite being caught in our own worlds, we are not alone. The erratic waves that block out my ears and muffle my voice are still there. But there are voices, bodies beneath the water like mine, that continue to call out. They rise above the surface, to continue fighting, to continue reaching towards the hope I once had. And I wish to fight along with them. My piece embodies the strength of multiple rather than one.