When I first saw the movie Citizen Kane, where it is revealed, at the end, that the main character’s dying word, Rosebud, is in fact the name of the sled he’d loved as a child, when, in winter, he’d go outside and have fun in the snow, before his life assumed the trajectory of ambition, responsibility and guile that would carry him into adulthood and old age, I thought of a stuffed animal that was gifted to me when I was so young that I cannot remember a time when I did not have it, and that is still somewhere, among my belongings, a panda bear to whom I gave the name Moynin.