The container that disappeared taught me to see absence as cargo

For a week that container was just a ghost in the system—no tracking ping, no customs scan, no nothing. And now I can't stop noticing all the empty slots in the world: the missing footstep on the stairs, the silence between two sentences in a meeting, that one shelf in the warehouse that's been bare for months. It's like absence is its own kind of freight, waiting to be moved or acknowledged.