I wasn’t there, and so I didn’t see it, but my mom tells me that when they were cleaning out all of my grandfather’s things following his death, the cabinets were filled with supplements—various pills he thought were good for him. The images are hyperbolic in my imagination. I picture dozens of trash bags filled with little beads, colorful and matte lik…
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