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balka/ Gregoire de la Forrest

In the hall of every dwelling there is always a receptacle where odds and ends are dumped – a bowl, drawer, tray or what not.
Things that no longer serve accumulate there: keys that open forgotten doors, half-dead batteries, buttons fallen off garments no longer worn, coins from some faraway land… all sorts of things that for some reason we don’t just chuck out.
+ gregoire de lafforest