The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point.

We sliced off the top of its moon and scrawled our names into black sand. With numbers, we traced the orbits of shadows and invented clocks and nights. Things were bordered, released, engraved, discharmed. Animals were in heat. We did it through violent means in the name of discovery, for our god, Science. Land became territory and we cored it like an apple. We stuck a flag in it.

finetoothcomb presents a series of talismans, utensils, tokens and figures unearthed from a post-apocalyptic realm. These artefacts have been meticulously cleaned and ordered carefully into a display.

Archeologists and anthropologists have delved into the past to reimagine the lives and society of this civilisation. To piece together this world’s ways of being. They have interpreted and categorised the objects, their new meanings enmeshed with existing values and knowledge systems.

We invite you, then, to explore this curious collection of relics. Here you’ll find maps of subterranean cities and subconscious worlds. Love tokens melted like magma, musical instruments spun from lace. You’ll find masks, maquettes, jewellery, and tools.

In the centre of the museum lies a diorama -- a model of the site of discovery, made of earth. Historically, this term referred both to a skin of soil and an inhabitable planet. Here are models and fragments of technologies that evolved at an unprecedentedly accelerated rate during the final epoch of this world’s timeline.

A rock, a cassette tape, a piece of driftwood, a car bumper, a heap of trash, all are equally fertile objects for a conception of the world. All artefact is a tale of desire, all objects are living creatures in perpetual metamorphosis.

In the museum of memory and misinterpretation.