I am always attracted to cocoons or eggs. They represent the most secure spaces in the world that I can escape into. I feel the impulse to hide in that secure space whenever I feel hurt by the world, and I started to take an interest in the space, in particular, the most complete and independent space, in a cocoon.
However, I cannot but deconstruct the cocoons for the sake of my growth, because locking myself in, means locking others out. Escaping into a cocoon, after all, is an attempt to return to the womb.
Breaking cocoons, thus, became a rite of passage to me. It was the first step I took toward my adulthood.