Filtering through your possessions to find those that don’t belong to you is a very strange process. You end up on a nostalgic trip, dipping into memories of your childhood and of people and places that you’ve encountered along the way, but you also end up finding things that you wish you hadn’t. Photographs, birthday cards, love letters: little momentos of a life that no longer exists. These things don’t bring the same smile to your face.

“I will always love you” is a phrase that really shouldn’t be written without conviction. Perhaps it should simply remain unused. Forever and eternity are powerful words, and the human condition and temperament does not lend itself well to them. Life is fleeting and temporary; thoughts and feelings are emphemeral. How can we hope to do or hold something forever? How can we trust others to remain constant to their word when their very existance is transient?