crushed under an ocean of grief, numb, at the sudden touch of a certain piece of detritus you remember you are somebody. and you cling to that tossed-away object because it recalls the thing you can't let go of, what you can't articulate, but also can't not. It's the proof. "oh my god, this is it." and maybe you're still alone in the ocean, but that euphoria of recognition is profound. <3
