Nobody Is Ever Missing

by Catherine Lacey

memories are so often made by one hand and deleted by the other, and living is a long churn of making and deleting and we all forget so much of what we could be remembering,

being occasionally destroyed is, I think, a necessary part of the human experience.

woman who could go out to a deli and order a sandwich and eat it and read the newspaper like a grown woman without thinking of the sentence I am being a grown woman, eating off a plate, and reading the news, because I was not an observer of myself, but a be-er of myself, a person who just was instead of a person who was almost.

what keeps people in the sense-making part of being a human instead of the senseless, the unwell, the wildebeests that everyone has—because we all have them