“I don’t want to talk about you, or to hear others talk about you. It’s a cliche, of course: we talk about the dead in order to remember them, in order to keep them, in the only way we can, alive. But I have found that the more people say about you, for example those who spoke at the memorial – people who loved you, people who knew you well, people who were very good with words – the further you seem to slip away, the more like a hologram you become.”
