…would that all this were truly ephemeral! How dare it live? It surrounds us, defies us, demands categorization, display, analysis. In a fit of madness we nearly decided to throw it all away. Only then would it fit its definition as ephemera (even as we lose our place as curators!). Then would we be free of this desire to accumulate, to hold on to the past. In our most optimistic moments we say we are making peace with the past, but in our more honest ones? Well, we are opening wounds, suckling on nostalgia, escaping into a labrynth of ever more elaborate construction…