Centuria I : Experimentum 75

Moving means to destroy

Moving out of the room I'm sitting in right now means to destroy me as the person sitting there right now: even returnig there after just a few minutes: I wouldn't be able to take the exactly same position there again, the original one will be destroyed.

Moving from studying, researching, teaching, administrating texts, topics, institutions related to renaissance intellectual history and renaissance philosophy, plus some IT stuff:  to performing (publicly or - way more probable: not publicly) harpsichord music (15th to 21st century, on revival harpsichords only) : will destroy my relationship with studying, researching, teaching, administrating texts, topics, institutions related to renaissance intellectual history and renaissance philosophy, plus some IT stuff.

Moving from Munich to Bari will transform me into a tourist whenever I will return (for some days or weeks) to Munich. It will destroy my status as a non-tourist in Munich. (I feel like a tourist in  my home region [Palatinate] already now, but for other reasons [transformations of villages into commuter towns, plus a dying or already dead language {my native one}].)

Moving from Munich to Bari will transform me from a person who lived for decades in a Munich appartment I expected to die in into a person living in a Bari apartment I hope to die in.

Moving also means to create something new.

Not all destructions are bad. Though most of them do come with some pain.

I've never been inclined to nostalgia.

I want that change, very much!

But some destruction aspects of that change: sometimes do hurt somewhat.