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To be lost is the work of weather. The ruin holds in it all that it has been subject to. The collapse is as much its present condition, as its past and future shape. When rock formed mountain ranges and weather interrupted its mass, the detritus of large-scale energetic events found itself loosed and lost to the whole – an assemblage of forms. To notice a thing missing is to feel a gap, an interval, to recognise an absence. To find an interstice in a vast aggregation of material is to reimagine the inner life of a boulder displaced.