«Grandma was never a thing. She was a verb the entire time. A miraculous harmony of processes – eating, laughing, noticing, forgetting – that one day stopped happening.» At first view, his essay is about the fear of death, and a shift in perspective that can alleviate it. However, it works just as well for seeing one’s life in less static and more fluid terms. When you look at life not as an object, but as an unfolding. And understand yourself not as a noun, but a verb.

From Weekly Filet #556, in December 2025.