Tbilisi’s urban fabric is a meshwork, not a fixed network of nodes and connections but something alive, unfinished, and always in motion. Threaded through it are the objects that fall between categories: urban dogs wandering around the city, the chair tied to a tree, the pipe that surfaces through a pavement and disappears again into nowhere. These are the city’s residues, matter that has slipped outside the boundaries of where things are supposed to belong. Looking for them became something like playing Pokémon Go. Once you learn to see them, they are everywhere, hidden across the city’s surfaces, waiting to be found.