In Rúrí’s Museum, assemblages of items collected over a ten-year span, from places specific in their geographical location and nonspecific in the randomness of their selection, point not to objects of personal, cultural, or historical significance, but rather to the banal and mundane reality of everyday life. Taken together, the displays of precisely arranged things — documents, timepieces, tools — ask us to imagine a moment at some point in the future, the Earth uninhabited by humans, when some other beings might look upon the detritus left behind to decipher who we were.