Seeking to ride out the chaos of the pandemic in more familiar territory, the author and his partner secured a seat on one of the last Australian Government flights out of Mumbai, a decision that would see them separated for almost a year. Within a few months, having left the twenty-fourth floor of an apartment building in Mumbai, he passed through a half-dozen dark and empty airports to finally wash-up in a garden in Antananarivo, Madagascar. Isolating from the world, his partner and ultimately himself, he says, "I tried to make some sense of it in this collection of text based drawings/paintings. They seem to me the residue of a thirty-five year search for a place to call home, without ever really finding the right word for it."