No matter what the disembodied chose at the end of the incarnate line, they regretted it upon return.

On my first day, they put me on novellas. A lot of the greats got their start here, the manager said. After a few months’ experience, you’ll work your way down. 

Invisible art, missing people, killing your darlings, clip show coherence. From the mundane to the life-changing: something’s missing. Something, whether fingers, parents, scent, love, or words—somehow, somewhere, they’re gone. Lost. Taken. Dead. Missing.