A human life is punctuated by events of special significance, which are often surrounded by rituals. The rules of the marketplace are redefined in the reality distortion zone that surrounds these events.
In 1977 my mother took me to the cinema to watch a new science-fiction movie everyone was talking about. The rest is history. I cannot begin to count the number of hours I spent playing in my room, immersed in that galaxy far, far away.
It’s a strange experience to see an object that is so familiar and so intimate presented in public as something extraordinary and exceptional.
It’s a bit like discovering old acquaintances that have been somehow lingering almost invisibly inside your home for years, and getting the chance at last to finally strike up a conversation with them.