In Cocoon, I’m an archivist for the central bank, looking after innumerable documents related to currencies that existed in past times.
It was recorded, a long time ago, before the termination of the Bretton Woods System, that humans converted money to gold, which is rather odd in Cocoon’s world. In one hundred years of turmoil, people no longer craved physical wealth such as gold or diamonds. Instead, for insignificant beings like us, living a fragile life, inheritance and identities are what we eagerly fabricate. We nostalgically recall the past and fanatically consume ephemeral objects, only to find the remaining comfort from our ancestors’ footprints.