The world we know grows from the nest we start in.
Everything we perceive has always been contained in the intricate fibers of that nest. However far we reach beyond it, we're entangled... forever tethered to our nest.
Nests are complete or broken, dense or sparse, sturdy or delicate, protected or exposed. At times they're all of those things.
No nest is perfect. No nest can be imperfect.
