“I know that those things, that scarf, that painting, that kimono, that ring, that past self—whatever happens to them physically, they exist for as long as I can remember them, or am capable of remembering that I once remembered them, or can know that I’ve forgotten them.”
At Berfrois, Rumpus contributor Rachel Howard writes about her indifference toward losing things, and the “luxury that results when death is an abstraction.”