Lu Yue

Imagination exists at every moment in life. Our very lives are products of imagination. There’s no need to record or collect it—imaginings rush in endlessly, impossible to block, and often rather annoying. In a sense, the Imagination Warehouse is a pile of synonymous repetitions, like a warehouse stacked full of shoes and detergents. The things you imagine while riding the subway alone could fill an entire warehouse; it’s just that no one has tried to do so. Imagination is the least scarce thing there is.