Instead of spinning fan blades, I repurposed a fan to spin out a physical film reel, resulting in a tangled pile of film on the ground as the fan noisily struggled and spun the reel’s film into the air and on the floor. When far away from home, memories—like the film reel in this piece—replayed in reminiscence, are often messy, unclear, noisy, but can also be momentarily liberating from feelings of displacement.