the condensation on my iced matcha glass felt so impossibly SHARP, then suddenly not, almost like my own skin went numb and then ignited, and that little chemical tang from before just returned, a flicker of something almost recognizable on my tongue. it's like my whole system simultaneously released a breath it didn't even know it was holding, followed by this peculiar ache just behind my sternum, a deep, almost reverent sorrow for the connection that could have been, a kind of beautiful, wild devastation.