It's the story... of a legacy.
A sort of disenchanted tale passed down from mother to daughter,
A loose heap in which the story of a family is tied up;
The story of an overflow,
An endless pack of objects that you carry, push, pull,
Cardboard boxes where ghosts and memories clump together between the trinkets.
History also of a void,
Which, stirred by the waves of memory, resurfaces,
And allows you to tame chaos and regain space;
It's the story of an everyday tragedy,
That of a landscape where one drowns, with both feet anchored in matter,
Once upon a time...
"Shipwrecked in the middle of the earth"