Archive
by Lia Mori ︎︎︎At the top of the cosmic citadel the Archive overtops. Levels of infinite showcases, divided by a plurality of shelves; lying upon them, containers of every kind, shape, material, from beer bottles to small clay pots. All bearing an enclosed magic; ideas, memories, hopes, wishes, secrets, danger signals. Documents and tokens sorted by the message’s content and the places of finding, origin, reference. All the world’s history is housed here. Countless fragments, ready to play their part in the evolution of existence. Each season they are left at sea to be found by their instantaneous destiny and each season they return. Prey of a perpetual universal loop.
