I miss what I didn't experience. Longing for objects that never belonged to me. Parts of a disintegrating world. Memories that I make up and build to try to understand my own story. And memory isn't that? Disintegrated parts that we stick together and give a new meaning?

  Memory belongs to the future past tense or past tense imperfect. I would remember, I would live, I would remember, I would live... It's a rescue that makes some sense in the present tense, I know, I live.

  I have objects that aren't mine, books I haven't read but have always been there, photos of places I haven't been, people I don't know, an album I didn't write in, and a puppet I didn't break. But for someone, what remains of a life is this invented memory, formed by gaps, photos, memories and a toy in pieces, kept in an imaginary box for 50 years with great care.