The box is black, format 36 x 29 x 17 cm. Corners chipped, edges rubbed, no beauty, but useful. It’s in my small private archive, along with a number of other boxed works that serve well to tame the collection of objects that has been growing over the years (Marie Kondo, look here). The function of the box is that of a treasure chest, now so full that I had to open a branch in a second box some time ago. Its content is of no financial value, but it has sentimental value, if only for myself. So bring it on and lift the lid. What do we have there?
