In this installation, I suspend a wooden pallet above a rusted steel train wheel, anchoring the work with the weight of industry, migration, and labor. Behind the pallet, a monitor plays a video of me performing on my parents’ land in Costa Rica, yet the slats obstruct a full view. You only glimpse fragments—shifts of movement, pieces of landscape—never the whole picture. This obstruction mirrors the partial access I have to my own history: inherited stories, fractured memories, and landscapes that both belong to me and remain just out of reach. The work asks what it means to carry such weight while still seeking ways to see, to return, to belong.