After our bride got to marry herself at her splendidly sugary wedding, she is now heading off to her tropical honeymoon getaway. Newly married to herself, she has flown off and is enjoying an escape from reality. Drunk on love and immigrant nostalgia, her paradise lies in an artificial realm, where contrary cultures collided and fused into one. Tropical heat, inflatable palm trees and foamy lotus flowers collaged into the sanctuary we long for. We were seeking shelter but transcended borders and artificially cured our homesickness. We build this fantasy because we couldn‘t bear to lose our homes. Come in and be swallowed by our immigrant nostalgia, indulge in collaged memories and gaze upon our sacred hybrid universe.