Saying goodbye to an old identity.

Edit 2024:

Again, I did not write anything here. Just added the title and the picture of the sunchair that I found in front of my first house in Portugal back in 2021. This picture was me, my identity. I felt it sticked to me like superglue and I could not get rid of it. I remember I removed the chair, just to not see it. I added another chair right next to it. But nothing changed. It felt as if the single chair that would be me forever.

It has since then. From the inside. I have now another identity.