The unraveling image untwines the weave of a fixed reality. It does not cut this fabric, as it is like water and will engulf those who try to slice it apart. Already half submerged, barely breathing, and fearing the moment when our lungs could fill with stifling fluid, we struggle to keep afloat in these streams and channels where we unconsciously dwell. The unravelling image implores us to consider the gaps in this existing infrastructure, to examine its weave, to find a loose thread and tug it, pull it, piece by piece. The unravelling image prompts us to prod at the fabrics of these narratives into which we are sewn. It frees us, helping to visualize the existing dominant narratives. Through it, we find plot holes and reformat fixed fabrications, dissolving language that was once carved into stone, and we begin to rewrite the narratives that have dominated us.