It's a picture of the first hat I bought. I purchased the hat on an Italian market, that took place here in Nuremberg three years ago. Going there was quite difficult for me, due to my social phobia, but I managed to do it.
A few months later I began to wear the hat constantly. Every time I had to go outside, I wouldn't leave without it. However, there was one tiny problem: the hat was a little too big for me. It wasn't that much of a problem most of the time, but on windy days it could become quite a nuisance.
One day, in the fall of 2011, it finally happened. The hat got blown from my head right on the street, where it got rolled over by a tram first, and then by several cars. It is still in one piece, as you can see, but I stopped wearing it, in fear of it getting even more damaged.
In short, I decided to use this hat as avatar, because I thought it an apt representation of me. It is just as battered, and broken, and without purpose in life, as me.