Gentille game of Serso was something my grandmother would entertain herself with,in fact, she did. Even the
world of her childhood vanished sooner than she had enough chances to enjoy this game. The tragedy of history
creates our longing for those things we had a long time ago or our ancestors did; this is how we learn to place
ourselves on the continuum of time. The vanishing point belongs on the horizon, but this one is always behind,
the horizon we are leaving behind with all the games and objects, beautiful or otherwise... It becomes just the
visual noise in the old TV, strings of time, some visible, some broken...