For me, the Jar Rubbings was a way to understand with my body over my mind. I was using my hands to search the physical container which now held charred remains of artefacts I had kept as mementos of longing. I had decided it was time to release these longings. As I did so, I found my affection for what the tokens used to represent was externalized and endowed onto the jar and its content. No longer do I have unrealistic ideals taking up real-estate within my heart. No longer am I contending with the questionable reality of my memories. I took a piece of my heart and put it in that jar as a recipe for elaborate rituals of self-preservation.