A tent inside a house is an eveloping, warm, temporary- and personal structure. Building an improvised tent at home is just like repairing used tea bags. The act of repairing, with its precise and devoted attention, attempts to preserve the existing, stop the rapid shifts and the changes, and wishes to focus and exist in the particular continuous moment in time. It is simultaneously both an act of compassion and of restricting, an act that ensures the continued existence of those tea bags but at the same time is expresses dispair and just tries to continue being. The precise and gentle repairing highlights the tears yet at the same time creates new holes via the manual sewing, emphasizing the damage. Binding the tea bags to one another to make one big blanket is an act of hope and anticipation, of closeness while being aware of its lack of practical significance. A game of control and lack of control takes place between the random spots on the teabags- that were soaked in water and dried, and the artist struggling to arrange them in coherent rows. The industrial, un-natural, clean, sterile, domesticated teabag, is revealed in its filth after being used, exposing the fragility and transience of the attempt to preserve and create a sense of security and home – the search for real warmth in a fake object.