When you go to other people's homes your eyes are attuned to every detail of their decor. You're curious about where they things came from and how they were obtained. If you like they style you think I should do something like that in my house too. Back at home you have accumulated things at different points of your living there and have thought about when and how to display them. They burn brightly upon first placement, then start to fade into the background gradually. Then one day they announce themselves again and you appreciate them anew. This is the piece we bought in London. At the Brixton market. Carefully choosing it among others and deciding if it was worth its price. At a flash the moment of the purchase returns. And even when I walk past seeming to be unaware of its existence, I think its essence and its memory is a permanent part of the house's atmosphere.