As my return flight was making its initial landing attempt into LAX, I felt continuous loss of gravity and, for the first time in my real experience, vulnerability of lives. I didn’t get to take a peek into the window of death. But I finally realized the significance of being less material and more aware of experiences in this world, of this life, with my loved ones.
Upon touchdown, I decided to record my encounters, experiences and feelings. I name this collection Losing Gravity as a reminder of why I started it and as my motivation to move forward.
I love you.
