Years ago when I first met my partner, he told me about what he called
his action figure; a small statue of himself which he’d gotten made that
he could leave himself with his friends. I thought the idea was so
clever, and made me think about the ways we do leave parts of ourselves
with others. Something to remember us by. It made me want to leave some
of me behind as well. We all want to stick around as long as we can, but
immortality of the flesh has yet to be accomplished. Perhaps the
immortality of green plastic is close enough…
