The chests of drawers are stories without words,
a place or journey that only forms in our minds.
Each drawer is one chapter, one moment.
The drawers hold our memories.
Stories are formed, remembered, created
by the smell due to our personal connections.
Are your stories the same?
Do we associate similar memories with certain aromas?
Do you know the scent?
Is it unrecognizable if you can’t see where it comes from?
What story do you read drawer from drawer?
