CargoI was standing on the platform at the Brighton Beach station, still obsessed with the idea of the house of memory, when I saw a slender young woman with a large piece of luggage. The luggage almost matched her in size, yet the woman didnt seem dressed for travel. I thought to myself, Perhaps shes gathered all of her possessions in search of a new home. As I got on the train, I thought of a piece of luggage, a suitcase layered with the three forms of