I observe a spatial condition generated by plants: existing between order and disorder, situated at the margins of human urban systems, yet continuously eroding and redrawing boundaries through their own logic of growth. "Arcadia" is not merely a geographical concept, but rather a mode of existence that resists planning logic, revealing the hidden non-human vitality and material resistance beneath the "ordered city." I feel I have always existed in this state—unable to be planned or incorporated as part of the order. I have always been in a liminal state (an "in-between state" of transitioning from one identity to another form of social acceptance), Like the madwoman in the attic.