Starting mid April 2020, I would sit in my flat in Hackney Wick and pass the time by watching clouds through my window. I started tracing their open spaces racing by. Attempting to always trace the front of the cloud as it moved, I began to notice I needed to make more marks to document it’s travel past my window; sometimes even before it moved because my perception of the cloud was strange and so far from where it was in the sky. I moved to the roof of my apartment building to watch them pass a mirror I placed on the ground to see them at another angle, and I still needed to trace the clouds multiple times, most times before it even moved from my perception. I failed at three things; personifying the cloud, using clouds as my own documentation of time, and my attempt to uncover the essence of the cloud. I noticed a human’s need for romanticism of different bodies and phenomena through this exercise, and am reminded that we are not the center of the universe. I highlight the gruesome aspects of being human by imposing failure of my own perception, and falling suspect to the human centric view.