Been thinking about writing an essay on things that disappear. I’m not so much thinking about the big things — jobs, viewpoints, loved ones, cultures — but the little things. The things that we put somewhere and then forget about. Or those things that we use all the time that get misplaced, something that we put in a particular place all the time but, for some reason, we must have placed somewhere else, somewhere we cannot remember. Where do they go? And why does it bother us so much when the thing we misplace, of little value in its own right, seem so important when we can’t find it.
Does this happen to you? Does it bother you when it does? Is it the inconvenience of it? Is it the fact that you can’t access the information in your brain to recall where it is? Or is it that, after you’ve looked high and low, you cannot for the life of you figure out where the item is — the inexplicable disappearance that seems to defy what we know about how things exist in this world.
What was the last thing that you lost? Did you find it? Can you explain where it was? Does the lack of an explanation bother you in any way?