Rajinder returns to his past, to a life in Malaysia and to thaipusam, an annual pageantry of human spirit triumphant over flesh. He constructs spacious cages, free to roam about in, their oceanesque tranquility oblivious to the trauma transcribed onto their very walls. This terrorising calligraphy, unseen yet obvious, forms a salient component in Rajinder's 'simulation cages', strapped onto life's limbs, lancing together an algorithmic representation of the self.
