I often collect and keep small objects. Stones, dried flowers or leaves, crystals, pieces of wood, broken stuff, anything in my pockets… I accumulate these on a small shell in my living room. One day I suddenly realized it was my own way to exist: people, stories, images, emotions and feelings, they are all randomly stored in my mind and still they seems beautifully connected. They are my own treasure, but I am not running after them, they just appear in my life.