I consider the consequences of being (or being inhabited by) my mother.
And I wonder … if this is true of me … who inhabits everybody else ?
“I put some scraps of your clothes into the rag-rugging I was re-making for your granddaughter, Mum.” Scraps of my clothes? What are you talking about? What clothes? “A keepsake, Mum …. you know.” What keepsake? “Of you, Mum …. You’re dead.”
Am I? ….. That’s a nuisance.