[Title: Paper, Shapes, Space] Intro: There was a saying by Sir Winston Churchill that "we shape our buildings and afterwards our buildings shape us." There is a piece of paper. It is so flat and seems impossible to create a space from it. After a few seconds, it has been crumpled, discarded and left at the corner. I picked it up, looked at it closed up, sensed the spatiality and started to imagine my life living within. I turned around, and found another set of shapes lying around. We always viewed them in a holistic angle and never had a chance again to engage with them since we were a child. I sat down, looked at them with my eye at the same level, and started to curate them as a mini city of sins or some equavalent sorts that has inspired me to become an architect. Now I just entered the lift, whereas I am lost within. "Where is it going?" I kept feeling it. I started to document and deconstruct my journey within. The points becomes molecules, which is the essence of the form of us, the universe, and all the existence within time.