To write again, I had to first stop.

Or: A year with a chair of my own.

Since moving out of my family’s place, all the furniture I had was either already in the rooms I rented, picked up from the street, or acquired secondhand. On my 10667th day on earth, I bought my first piece of furniture: a chair.

An office chair with back support to sit at a table in a shared 300 square meter studio with another twenty artists in Zurich.