She always left the store tags on her clothes, even after she wore and washed them. “Just in case,” she told anyone who asked, like she might still return them even after she couldn’t. Truth was, the tags were the only way she could keep track of things. Everything had to have a number, that’s how she could tell them apart. Without a number, which is what she thought the price tags were for, all he clothes, possessions, objects in her home were just that: objects with no context, nothing to differentiate them fro other objects. Quantity, a metric attribution, denoted time, place, and value. Without number, reality held no meaning for her. Hence the reason she left the tags on all her clothes.