Never landing, ever arriving, always in motion, Becoming Forever’s body flows as liquid and gas, dripping milk that blooms into flowers as he floats. A swirl of limbs, clouds, giggles, and a few teeth, he’s followed by a moving box he’s hauled so many times he’s forgotten what’s inside, while brand-new shoes sit by his foot, waiting to be worn in a perfect moment that never arrives. Becoming Forever is what happens when you give up on being done.