The museum displays a curated selection of items donated by people from around the world to commemorate an ended relationship, along with the story of that item/relationship. Some of them are stories of broken marriages, but some are more nuanced: fractured friendships, deceased parents. I swam along the entire spectrum of emotions as I wound my way through the tiny space. And thought a lot about the past. Felt thankful for all of it.
PS: My favourite submission— a black and white photo of some beautiful pond, surrounded by trees. It's sunny outside. The story is about some sort of summer fling if I recall, but the ending is what got me: "This is also the first place I saw a penis in the sunshine."