Here I am, once again dismantled. There are moments when we must address our losses, without being fully conscious of what is lost. Somehow I must find my way to step back into the water, if only because I remember there was once enchantment there, if only because I am not sure who I am without it. But the water is not to blame. It only shows the shape of the problem, having surged to fill it. It is this negative space—this absence—that I need to understand.
