As I stood before the window sill crowded with figurines, I wondered about them. It became a bit of a game for me to try to decipher the theme of the collection, what each little object meant to the collector, the order they were displayed. The significance of what they were lined up to show the viewer looking in from outside. I was intrigued enough to snap a pic with my phone to look back on later.
And is it so important to make sense of why the collection, the motivation behind it? Or to accept the mystery, smile and keep running to find my own endorphins. I wonder.