all the things that once seemed ordinary

In the depths of grief, the present can seem like a cell. You can see the past outside your confinement and experience it in your heart and your memories, but it remains intangible and abstract. The shapes and forms of all the things that once seemed ordinary are flattened and devoid of context, as though in them somewhere should be the thing that was lost - but it is gone. Somewhere, somehow it seems the disparity must be capable of being reconciled, but it can't be. A critical figure has been subtracted, and the equation will never add up properly again.
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Photo/text by Matthew Christopher.