From Frédéric Lecloux’s colour pictures realised in the privacy of his grandmother’s apartment in Brussels, Ingrid Thobois imagines a fictional text. A man is attending the moving of his recently dead mother’s apartment. Gradually, removal men’s comments delve him into the past and recall him precise memories. What does we need to keep? What does we need to throw? Hours after hours, while the apartment is getting empty, the narrator decides that he will keep nothing, and that he will just photograph a series of familiar things. These are those pictures that will appear in the book, as a poetical “mise en abyme”.