And a faded photograph proved to be so powerful. Thoughts and half-baked pleas resurrect from the gut of her throat—or some place like that—when an atom of a memory satchel makes it appearance in the form of an innocuous photograph. The dull polaroid shows a medieval structure of sandstone, with early Islamic architectural residues, with miniatures of two grinning humans in focus. Where are they now? What is Life offering them? Is happiness a part of the menu? She put it away. Not for the memories it brought back. But for the sake of making this act—yet another—complete memory sachet.