There’s a moment in Damian Lewis’s new show, “Life,” where he’s cruising around Downtown in a new Bentley, repeating that mantra to himself, over and over. “I am not attached to this car. I am not attached to this car.” He is, of course, but he’s doing his best not to be. It’s just a thing, and things can weigh us down.

But things can also be useful tools, and you can do a lot of good stuff with good things. My racing sunglasses, for instance. I got my first pair from Christian years ago when he walked into my office and said, “I bought these expensive shades, and they don’t fit my face. You want ’em?” They gave me bug eyes, but they also blocked all that wind and made me feel like I didn’t have to worry about getting hit in the eye with a loose seagull. They were great, which is why Rudy Project discontinued them.

I bought many more pairs on eBay, including the infamous pink shades (note: when an eBay seller says an item is “red,” it will usually be some horrifying shade distantly related to red). And, one by one, they all broke, usually at the same spot on the frame (which, now that I think about it, is probably why Rudy discontinued them). My last pair busted after this morning’s brick, and, having just lost an auction for a new pair, I have now given up. Tonight, I’m putting every busted frame, scratched lens and clamshell case on eBay myself. Anne’s getting me a new pair of Rydons, which come with all kinds of guarantees and warranties and the like.

I am not attached to this piece of plastic. I am not attached to this piece of plastic.