The Topic At Hand:

Lost and Found

There’s a reason we don’t say “found and lost.” It’s depressing.

When we lose something — a possession, a lover, a friend, a god, a name — we want to believe that we’ll get it (or him or her) back. So we assign it a word that indicates its eventual return, rather than its current position. Something that is called “lost” is noted more for where it ought to be, than for where it actually is.

The boxes of mismatched items (gloves, hats, phones, wallets, keys) that sit behind retail counters would be more properly labeled simply “lost.” Any given item sitting in them has only been “found” in the sense that some other person has brought it back in contact with humanity, and validated its relationship to someone else, even though they have no idea who that person is.

In this issue:
Security cameras (and insecure people).
Troubling dreams (while asleep, and while awake).
Cleaning house literally and figuratively (at the same time).
Biological and personal evolution (juxtaposed).
Religious conversion (and unconversion).
Friendly reminders (from the dead).
Hopes and fears (lost And found).

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