At 5,200 meters high, with three yaks in the Tibetan Himalayas, I’m not sure if I found myself or just that brutal headache from lack of oxygen. I searched across 40 countries, 6 languages, and even through time. In the end, by sheer persistence, I found treasures.

It became clear that my treasures wouldn’t fit inside Torre Picasso, so I left. For the past three years, I’ve been placing them in the only place they’ve ever truly belonged: songs. Songs that you want to sing in the car, that fill you with energy, and that invite you to explore the world out there—and the one within.

My treasures say they do fit in Sala Cadavra on March 20. Do you?