URN

Passing the Lattice shop, feeling like they (toy models) are all staring at us, wanting to be taken seriously, reminds me of the saying "death doesn't mean death, but people forget you're the real death".  If no one chooses them (toy models), it ends up being a toy graveyard.

These square spaces are reminiscent of human and animal cemeteries, they may have been watching us, but we often forget them, what do they have to do with us?  It made me think about its existence.