I am packing every single thing in A165 Forbes. Although most of my life over the last year is already neatly packed into labelled boxes, its difficult to store the artwork. I can get rid of many things but it is difficult to throw away art - there is something sacred about it. On Tuesday I leave for Paris. I will leave this room exactly as I found it many months ago, with no trace of my existence here.The transience of life is strikingly similar to that of my stay in this room. When I move to the next room, I want the artwork I leave behind to serve as a tangible proof that I once existed.
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