Collecting is one of the oldest human instincts. In some ways we all collect things, sometimes things that have no functional use for them.
Small objects we collect through the years. Stones from a beach, movie tickets, tiny birthday presents. Possessions that aren’t necessarily of high value but still important for us because they are linked to certain moments in our lives.
Still it is hard to find an appropriate place for these small belongings. Equally difficult is deciding whether to throw them away or keep them longer. We could display them on a shelf, but more likely they’ll just disappear in the bottom of a junk drawer alongside similar treasures
When we talked about junk drawers we compared them to a piggy banks. We might not be aware of it at the time, but the same way small coins in a piggy bank add up to a something bigger, these seemingly unconnected souvenirs in our junk drawers become an unconsciously made record of our past and interests. An investment into our memory.
The word Limbo describes a state, a mythological place in hell, where the fate of the dead souls is being decided. It is neither hell nor redemption, somewhere in-between.
Now it describes our vessel. Through its form it traps and stores these small meaningful things. The objects are not there anymore but not gone either, out of sight but not out of mind. It promotes a more conscious way to manage these objects.
