A past rearranged to suit the present, a present that is not a gift, or is a poisoned gift, but you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, yes - never examine its content - never ask the whys and the hows and the what fors, keep pretending that the retrospective version of the past is what happened, so that the current narrative still continue to make sense.
Eight large panels, a converted shack from a valet parking service doubling as a "store" along with a collaged video and a soundtrack just as mind-boggling all of them constructed from archival material, television snippets, collective memory paraphernalia, and odds and ends that agglomerate a population around its past in a non-divisive way.
