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There are different places I visit everyday. A few I visit more often then others. These spots are the locations where I am attached to. Since eight years I am conscious of the fact that I collect objects of these places as a memory. The objects are receives, coins, sugar bags or flowers. All of this is based on my fear, the fear of losing yourself and not remembering who you actually are or was. I find it terrifying if I am not able to remember that I have lived and felt emotions such as happiness or sadness. You will be lost into thin air. No grip on who you were all those years that already have been past.
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