A pebble picked up on a beach as a child, everything started with this. Why did this child become attached to it like a treasure? Why do we surround ourselves with things and what is a thing, ultimately? This link to the things that surround us, the meaning they have for us and their persistence in trying to escape us, is what I’m looking for in these lines. It's a search that explores memory and tries to go beyond these things, following them to the end of the street, where they get lost, are found and re-found.
