This piece is a shortened retelling of a handful of Miranda July’s published works in three parts; ​Free Everything​ (2011), ​TV​ (2014), and ​Doing Nothing Isn’t Enough​ (2020). It gives life to these written snippets with an episodic trajectory. This work is a narration and illustration, meant to interpret something from the past, a work that hasn’t had a chance to receive the love and care that an adaptation generously provides. In particular, written pieces are overlooked, and these seemed to sing out so fiercesomely to me, and were especially appropriate in tone for our collective current-day struggles and strife. The concept of finding solace in a new beginning was something universal at the onset of 2020. It seems that almost all of us were adamant that the up and coming year was ours for the taking, somewhere new to begin. And then it just…wasn’t. When these scarring things happen to us, when we are ripped from the comfort of our trivial normalcy, we’re forced to walk on. It doesn’t matter much to the world if we’ve been altered forever, it keeps turning. With, or without us.