Jungle Diary (2013) While reading the wartime diary of a British soldier describing his experiences hiding, escaping, and fighting Japanese forces in the Malayan jungle, a small piece of paper slipped from the pages into my hand. I kept it, not as a relic, but as a fragment of a lived experience. Plain and unassuming, it remains part of the original diary, yet to anyone else it could appear insignificant, or even false. The work offers almost nothing to look at. It’s quiet presence asks how memory, history, and human experience can be carried by something so ordinary that it risks being overlooked altogether.