The Traveller’s Case
These tiny cases float weightlessly, frozen in time.
Full of holes, they contain within them the memories and moments of their journeys; tickets, maps, letters, people half remembered, places half forgotten. Captured in time until they can venture out to journey again.
Dedicated to my mother who taught me how to travel.
‘To call up the past in the form of an image, we must be able to withdraw ourselves from the action of the moment, we must have the will to dream… But… the past is fugitive, ever on the point of escaping…’
Henri Bergson, Matter and Memory (1896)