I get a terrible sadness when I see family photos jumbled in a shoebox at a flea market. These photos were once loved and treasured and now they are being parcelled off piece by piece. What can one do with someone else's memories?
There is a theory that in every world and every location there exists many overlapping probabilities. History, buildings, people, or even the street names could be slightly different in the same spot, if only something different had happened. These digital constructs illustrate this romantic idea that had these families experienced something else, their memories could have looked like this.