when you lose something important you see traces of it everywhere - in pictures, abscesses and spaces that it used to belong to. your body still retains its shape and colour, its shifting mess. you conjure its image over and over again and expect it to appear when you turn around and open your eyes.. but it doesnt. where in between the bustling and shuffling of cards along a straight line did you lose the one thing that contained an old hundred dollar bill, some loose change, a polaroid of your best friend, countless proofs of mundane transactions, bank receipts, a letter, your only form of identification.............