The creative process wasn't guided by any predetermined ambition; instead, it was allowed to organically emerge from the environment itself. This environment was composed of nothing more than wooden planks and an assortment of surplus fabric discovered within the confines of the workspace. Over the course of this solitary month, the designer's journey was punctuated with fleeting moments of trial and error.

The resulting fragments of ideas, material samples, and proposals were like breadcrumbs in a forest, scattered signposts that led to the creation of a unique object. However, this object, as it stood at the end of that first month, defied conventional definitions of functionality—it was impossible to sit on. The essence of this object remained enigmatic, even to the designer. Over the subsequent five years, it existed in a state of flux, oscillating between states of completion and incompletion. Prototypes of this object, along with numerous photographs, served as a silent testament to its evolution, accompanying the designer on their creative journey.