My grandmother was someone who loved jewellery. Whenever she went out, she would check her outfit in the mirror and choose a hat and jewellery to match. After she passed away, I wanted to keep a brooch she often wore as a keepsake, so I searched for it. It was a gold-coloured brooch, shaped like a drop, with a hammered texture. However, I have yet to find it. It was the only piece of jewellery I remember so clearly, and although I feel disappointed, perhaps its absence has made the memory of that brooch even more vivid.

I wondered if others had similar experiences, so I asked them about things of absence.