Preface
This zine is a late confession to the past, to the suitcase that had been a constant companion. He tried to escape his reality, chasing the life he dreamed about every day, and the suitcase became his friend, his door to that imagined world — a place where he could be successful, loved, certain of where he was going. But it was also a prison, locking him inside his own imagination, keeping him from facing the life he was actually living. Each page held not what was real, but what he wanted to see: proof that his life mattered, that he was someone important.
«The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it. And to that extent, the imagination is everything. But it is also a trap. For if we live entirely in the imagination, we risk losing the capacity to act.»
