The desire to clear my home of material excess pulls me in one direction while my need to preserve memories of the past pushes me in another. The residue of half-forgotten memories collides with present experience, as my drive to create further compounds the domestic clutter. My role of caretaker extends from people to items as I save and re-imagine a new life beyond the initial function of the original object. Mixing materials to generate uncertainty about what is being viewed resembles the warping that can happen as we recollect the past. This assemblage of relics imitates the distortion caused by episodic memory.