We sift and touch with reverence, a tiny sparkle of excitement over objects and inscriptions. Books and CDs, letters, notebooks, photos, furniture, clothing, kitchen sink, honey, videos, bills and memories. Decisions to make, promises to keep, a legacy to uphold.

We count and put a price on things. Divide and conquer, for what it’s worth. Life is priceless.

In our midst a gaping hole, the sickness of the thought that this is all there is and ever will be. A person gone, forever banished to the realm of ‘remember when?’. That’s all that’s left behind.