The art of transforming an enigma into a human connection
What makes this discovery touching is not the answer (which we still don’t have, by the way), but the journey taken to try to find it. The exchanges, the suppositions, the memories evoked… Like a treasure hunt through the ages, a conversation that bounces from kitchen to kitchen, from memory to memory.
In a world where everything moves fast, where we throw away more than we keep, coming across an object as banal as it is intriguing can be an invitation to slow down. To observe. To wonder where it came from, who used it, and why it’s still here today.
An endless enigma… and that’s just fine
And what if, in the end, the most beautiful thing about this story was precisely that there was no end? That this grid remains a mystery, an anecdote to tell at dinner parties with friends, a wink from the past slipped into the present? Like a metal Proust madeleine , it reminds us that objects sometimes don’t just serve one purpose. They simply connect us.
