These are some small pieces of possession, not of much monetary value, but immense personal value. All of these things are connected to some event in my past, some sad, some challenging and some absolutely perfect. I held on to these things because they reminded me of those events and I felt closer to the past. These possessions are in a way anchors in the past that sometimes give me hope and sometimes hold me back. They have become containers of fragments of my very self.

However, memories change with time – like an aging photograph, it changes colour, shape and even content. Today, I have taken photos of these possessions against backgrounds that reflect how I perceive these memories today. Taking the photos in this way was like a ritual. Now I am ready to give up the actual objects. It feels like loss and liberation at the same time – maybe this needs to be done from time to time, to really be able to live in the present time.