Look Mom!
The puzzle made it up on the container wall today, as well as the very last stars. And we were blessed with overcast skies and a cool front.
My proposal summarizes the last step for the exterior, which I completed late in the evening: "Floating on the surface of the star-shaped wounds are the words we say to ourselves that keep us on the surface; that prevent us from spending time with our interior true self. They are the little excuses that prevent us from finding the place of peace inside. Our protective covering, now shaped by patterns, wounds, words, and identity-creating debris, merely reflects the exterior world, rather than our interior true self."
If you look closely at the picture, you can see a few phrases.
Kaohsiung is its most colorful at night. Open-air restaurants line the streets and temples dedicated to various gods are illuminated with candles and artifical lights.



