Knaught

We had made those chairs and sheets into a fort, a spaceship, and a cave. All that remains of our stories is the knot, left tied and washed thrice; too tight for any of us to untie.

Knaught is an abstraction of the blurred bits of memory that remain strongest in the mind and more importantly, it is about what is not remembered. While certainly the most formulating, memories of our childhood are the soonest to leave making one wonder- is attempting to recall your childhood all for naught?