Today I saw a pair of
sunglasses
and they reminded me of my grandpa’s they were my partners grandfathers. And although he lived in Italy and my grandfather in America they looked definitely like the glasses of a grandpa.
This made me think when does a thing become part of someone?
I remember my grandfathers glasses being smudged, maybe a screw was different after being lost at some point. Vowing to return again to the eye doctor later. Always later.
I remember them also sitting in his truck years after he died. From a chemical standpoint maybe you could identify a specific profile unique to him. But maybe time took that away as well.
I remember his car used to smell but then slowly lost it with time. Maybe being restored in my mind if you closed all the windows or on certain roads as you drove.
We sold the car to a guy who said he would take good care of it.
But with the glasses there was some point where they made in a shop somewhere in the world 10,000s of them, that my grandpa had never seen. He didn’t even know existed. Then there is also some point where wore them everyday and if you saw them on a table you knew he was near.
I don’t think he was thinking about his personal brand back then. But I do wonder if he liked them as much as I do.