No bridges or buildings, no mausoleums, museums or musical instruments.
No Gallop poll or Geiger counter. No Pilates or Petri dish.
To be named after a cure for cancer or a common cold would be a life changer.
I’d settle for offering my moniker to a new IKEA product or unnamed alleyway.
Maybe it’s not such a bad thing not to have anything named after you. There’s a quiet beauty to wandering this life, one’s name kept only to themselves and those closest to them.
Sometimes when it’s stormy, I offer my name to a random raindrop falling from the sky.
I say it quick before the drop crashes to earth and rushes off with all the others.
RichRant 