Whether pleasant or suffocating, compelling memories of home and childhood can be triggered by almost anything—a notion demonstrated by the effect on Proust of the taste of madeleines soaked in a spoonful of lime-flower tea. For Charles Goldman, the recollection of the very shape of his parents’ house has become the core of a profound meditation on identity: more specifically, on agoraphobia, defined as a fear of the loss of the self through the transition from private to public space. In the four elements of this installation, Goldman set about the interesting task of re-creating the experience