there are certain types of loss by which there are no metrics to measure. it can never be fully described or aptly portrayed by art; it simply cannot be imagined, only experienced. the void that is left is incomprehensible, for what is missing was previously understood to be essential. you don’t wake up lacking a sense or the ability to read maps, but everything is somehow a puzzle that is now missing pieces. And all of these little incongruent layers are really starting to look like a sail that can no longer catch the wind—and, even if you can stay afloat, you’re not really sure why to bother, or what water really is anyway.