As we bunkered into our quarantines, my mother told me to pyneh rngiew, strengthen my rngiew. rrrrr-ing-yew... I cannot roll my r's like she does. I cannot translate this word. But I somehow understood what she meant, it was an urge to go into mental survival mode. 

With my ancestors and I no longer sharing the same tongue, at least we share the same feeling. I found Lapdiang, who could share this feeling with me, to help open this door of untranslation. To roll those r's again. But I couldn't. So I build a portal and everyday for 30 days we would spend 5 seconds sharing rngiew with each other. Every day our rngiew, this unstranslatable feeling/sensation/energy, tried to transport itself across lens to screen. Amidst the interweb of endless exchanges, we weaved together...a shared feeling.