Anything without a reflection can be taken from you. Plastic and ghosts of relation. Sentiment etched onto something transient. When the economy appropriates a vessel with a tincture of liquor. Or was it nothing? A mess of cotton coming from its dream, its polymorphism. The relativity of abstract value and the blueness of the heavens, forms of theoretical asymmetry. The slope of a sine wave, its sensual edge. The natural decay of a sound-wave or a fallen yew. A casket of liquid, its trivia or misappropriation. Stones that use the wind to divide themselves into stones. How to measure obsolescence, how to find a petunia that was lost. Substance or structure –– contingency biodegrades, like an amber silhouette of corrosion. Once, you had an object, something close. Was it something that you remember? Does it know your name? Or was it nothing?