In the light of day shadows play; in the dark of night they wait, not to be seen but to be heard and felt. They dance in the shadows others cast on the ground, they walk a few paces behind; they hide in objects and evoke memories; they manipulate the senses to assume different forms: familiar faces, special places, certain times. And their voices are many; voices of children, favourite books, musical instruments, lived-in houses, and a thousand others. Shadows of the past, shadows of the future, shadows present everywhere... A montage of memory invoked by shadows that unconsciously rise. Faint or distinct shapes, the voices that persistently call.