The space is still, dimly lit.

The light focuses upon a small chair, wooden with chipped varnish, and a padded seat that is bleached and frayed. A low coffee table is placed infront, plain and unremarkable, on it is placed a row of objects, it takes on the role of altar. The objects are used, worn, but cared for - a hairbrush, an ornate teacup, a bottle of perfume, a ring, a dress - unusual in their now immediately shared context. Lying to the side of the table, in a heap on the floor is a large pile of fabric. Torn strips fraying, spilling thread. To one side a blue grey glow swells. A small television flickers from static to a view of a room, steady but for glitches and imperfections in the image quality. Empty rooms linger on the screen, nothing happens now, but something has. The performer slowly walks into the room, and sits in the chair, drawing it to the table. Intently staring at the objects the first is held, considered for a moment. Then the performer reaches down to the floor for a strip of fabric, and begins to wrap it around the object, slowly building layers. This process is delicate and it takes a number of minutes. A thickening fabric builds, obscuring the form. Edges blur and become indecipherable, the object loses identity and meaning. It is placed back upon the table. The binding is repeated, each object is lost. The images continue to flicker through the television screen. They are repeating now, the same unknowable spaces and text that hints to a meaning. The performer slowly leaves, everything is left as it was, but now the objects are obscured: the memories less clear.