When someone has gone from our lives their absence is, ironically, ever present- clinging to the items they have left behind. Coin collections and nightgowns are where I believe souls remain, tied to the earth through the ownership of the living. The things we own and the clothes we wear shape the space around our lives. We give our belongings meaning and value and in some cases they return the favor. What we decide holds no value, we discard- these are the leftovers.