Memories come to me, evoked from a glimpse.
I embark into an inner journey through my memories while I pack my belongings.
Feelings of detachment, uprooting, nostalgia and emptiness appear.
I discard objects while retrieving memories.
I reflect on my identity before the empty space and the moments lived.
Images emerge from the most intimate me, in the midst of removal and a new beginning.
I review my family files and, after a short-lived appearance of memories, a dialogue between the past and the present that defines me, emerges.