The ruins are the proof of our existence. The ruins prove that we had a specific life but we chose a different one, leaving them behind. An old house, a photo album, an unwanted gift or a vintage dress can depict that we had been there but not anymore. Also, these “ruins” can transmit to the observer something even more important than our past being. The feeling that we had a happy life… or not. Happy of wearing that dress, lackadaisical of living in that house, annoyed of those pictures or blase of receiving that gift.