Julia and I have always felt that we have lived through quite a lot of time periods in our past lives. The nostalgia we feel from seemingly random memorabilia stems from memories older than those of our childhood. From aged scientology books to 1800's German baby dolls, the old relics we gravitate to send us messages and we have discovered that the more we listen and inspect to the root of this gravity the more immersed we become in a magical space that simply depends on us to exist. We once came across a music box that was evidently fractured. It was missing what we believe must have been a Christmas carousel horse- as the music it played was merry-go-round reminiscent with a festive charm. We felt instantly that it is part of our safe place despite it's strange and eerie quality.