Once our eyes are closed, we switch to the other side of wakefulness, we delve into the contents of a lifetime: a toy chest; a biology class cupboard; the windows of an antique shop, of a collector’s den, of a grandmother’s flat, full of knick-knacks, a souvenir shop; a storage container; a larder; a jewellery box; boxes piled up in an empty house… What we retrieve from our night museums is fragmented, merged and recomposed by our minds. These reconstructed treasures are the d… more