“...I saw a small and shifting sphere, its radiance almost sublime. At first I thought it was rolling; but then I realized that this movement was an illusion produced by the dizzying sights that it enclosed” Borges: The Aleph. Fragments of dreams - or reality? - that are found in the everyday world, remind us that order and the evident do not always mean certainty, because objects can assume an infinity of new identities. Even, simultaneously, contain them.