What do we do with lost loves? Lost friends, lost memories, lost time? We lose so much everyday without even knowing it—money, on overpriced coffee; time, waiting at the end of a long line to the lottery counter; love, while loving other people who refuse to even acknowledge our existence—and yet we go on living like this. Why? What is the point of it all? Are we hoping for a surprise ending that despite what our sad little lives are telling us, something good is going to come out of this? Where did we learn this “trick”? We’re fools, aren’t we? Yes. We definitely are.