With the furniture for the hurried he has now dared to touch an area which has always occupied us.
What was and is genuine, what is constancy, what´s arbitrariness, where does one´s own will begin, what´s the world made of?
Marks of age, surface, patina… everything forged?

I´d say, if anything, that a novel has been rewritten. The main characters have been given a completely new story.

Foremost there were the discoveries:
old suitcases and trunks, mould, mustiness, old coatings, impressions, memories.