We found it difficult to throw out anything that belonged to our mother, after she was ill. Scraps of paper with her handwriting… the last bottle of gin.

I used her makeup even though we had different skin tones; bottles of her expensive conditioner.

I photocopy packaging bit by bit, as items are finally finished, keeping a low-fi inventory of everything. As I consume something else a further photocopy is added, and so on. I move forward, thing by thing.