This is not a story. This is an anthropology.

We sometimes lose ourselves, and rediscover meaning in art and beauty. The word vessel means a carrier. Like art, it carries a different meaning to each individual. 

Our protagonist feels empty. He has lost his sense of intuition, which was once intrinsic to him as a child. Mid-book, he finds what he was looking for, and begins to look inwards to fill his void.

The story was structured starting from the universe, to society, to the individual, then back out again, and this can be seen in the chapter headings.

Illustrations and the copy for this project were both done by me.