We began there, and so we read. We put the bits of paper on the dining table like bodies to be cataloged, and as we read we made the room vibrate with voices. The purple recipe came alive and the packing list mapped itself: a pair of wool socks, a photograph of a dog that might have been a wolf, patience, a screwdriver. Each item fed a conjecture and the conjectures rippled outward: what kind of life carries patience on a packing list? Who would fold a typed label into a pocket and never explain why?