And then there are other more commonplace ends of the world. Shorelines and on the edges of deserts of course, but also industrial estates on the peripheries of towns, the corners of warehouses, inside wardrobes in children’s rooms, beyond stage doors, behind curtains, and nestling by the lowest rungs of fire escapes. And in all these places things accumulate; not exactly rubbish but almost always without purpose, waiting for someone to remember what they were for.