Is the sofa a sofa?

The space expands— originated from your ordinary living room, it extends to memories outdoors. The act of sitting on a sofa becomes a trip of wandering: you see and hear the path you tumbled every day to your childhood home. 

The sofa joins you. You sit on the sofa as you sit on the feeling of drowning. You touch the handle and feel the silicone: it feels like skin, but ice-cold, unreal. It’s almost like the skin of memories. Through plastic and human skin-like texture, you are in your body and brain, in touch with your old selves and past minds.

The sofa is a sofa,
also an organ in you, a synapse between your nerve cells,
your body memoir.