JAMES

To my former roommate and dear friend James.

You walk in a forest of memories scattered with left-behind objects. They had an owner once, and was loved and cherished, but now they lay abandoned on the forest bed.

Sometimes, there are other people in this forest. You can't see them because they belong to a different time and space. The only way to communicate with each other is by leaving messages on the objects. Each new message overwrites the previous one, changing the object's meaning over time until its original meaning is forgotten. Is it still the same object? What does it become?