The self is not anything on it's own. We draw describe ourselves by making differentiations between us and those around us. From gender to socioeconomic status, we would not define ourselves in roles if not for human society. But society has grown past a natural state. What happens when machines become equivalent to people. What then? What happens when it's the very communities we live in that cause us to feel so alone, so unwanted. That's when people break. We learned from Kafka not to build our lives around the expectations of others, we learned from Voltaire not to make fake expectations of the world, and from powers the pain that is to be expected if one does. Our texts where tragic and violent. Many were about war, many others were about suffering. Underneath it all, they were about being human. From cryogenics to bots, wizened veterans to naive characters of satire, we have explored and debated what sort of experiance and functioning truly make one human and which strip away our humanity. What makes one human? Well, from the readings and my own life experience, i would have to say that a "human" is a being with a beginning and an end who can process both thought and emotion. We make mistakes, get lost, and society is not always kind. There are things that come naturally to use and others that do not. There are things in the world that can hurt us and others we need to move past the hurt. Humanity is a collective. My gallery focuses on pieces like "The Metamorphosis", "Civilization and Its Discontents", "Gilgamesh", and "The Daodejing of Laozi" due to their emphasis on what is and is not natural and the influence of society one one's self, but I have certainly drawn themes from "Candied" "The yellow birds" as well.