What budding archaeologists we wanted so passionately in the sand? What chimeras? What remains an already faltering memory, which costs memories? What objects that we have miraculously delivered what secret? Hands, shovels, sticks burrow into the mineral, plunge into the past, hoping to dig a revelation at the same time and in the same movement, they create sand castles, imaginary figures, ephemeral works… As if archaeologists of an ancient world, we were dusting immemorial architecture to give us the plans for the future.
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