““We lost our everything, she said, which said everything about loss. My accumulation dictates my ruin; it’s different from your dismantling, which can happen slowly or all at once. What’s crucial is a total inventory, which may reveal some one element not obliterated. We lost our everything, she said—we—she repeated, meaning the we-ness remained, which in the end must be the seed of re-beginning, the seed that divines the plow, the ounce of dirt, the memory of digging.””
