Again, it started with a single picture. I had done an image of these two astronaut figures in a field surrounded by tapirs, which are a kind of South American anteater—they were actually a setting from the Field Museum in Chicago. And that inspired a loose narrative. When I was a kid, my family would always go to the Smithsonian’s National Air and Space Museum in Washington, D.C. (my dad and grandpa had both been engineers, and my dad had worked on Skylab, the country’s first space station). Back then, it felt like there was all this promise, and then none of it really happened. In my teens and twenties, as I would travel around I would see old World’s Fair buildings or old Olympic Villages. They were all kind of forgotten, like we gave up on the future.