A skull can only hold so many thoughts and memories.

Imagine finding a box.


The box obviously belongs to someone – it is covered in stickers, doodles and scribblings. Its weight and the rustling sound it makes when you shake it reveal that there is something inside.

A list on the lid describes its alleged contents: drawings and photographs of otherworldly beings and places, little snippets of stories and diary entries. The owner also seems to have a thing for scientific trivia.

Open the box?

Open | Walk away