Those moments that pass me by, the past. What to hold onto from all those yesterdays? Or maybe it's about how to hold onto moments. What moments to hold onto? A photograph, a book, a letter, a postcard, a toy? So many moments in things stored away, now, somewhere in memory, maybe to be touched again one day. What comes to mind? Dust? Decay? Feelings lost. How it was. How it may be. Your moments as threads, holding you. And every now and again a thread drawn out from the entanglement to become articulated; a gesture, a word, a movement, another moment.