`How much does a place define our sense of belonging?’
`By scanning the suitcase like an x-ray machine, I might discover the invisible layers of traces, marks, scars, and memories that have been etched into its skin…’
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`In a way, I’m only made up of memories, as this continuous moment of now seems to be empty. So, if I am full of memories and empty at the same time, who am I?’
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In this place where I stand what does it mean to have memories?
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