Every missing ping reads as cargo now

I keep thinking about that container that vanished for a week and then showed up like nothing happened. But the absence part stayed with me — now every silence, every gap in a tracking update, even a friend not replying for a day, all of it has weight, like somewhere a manifest is waiting to be filled in. I know it's just a metaphor hardening into a lens, but I can't shake the feeling that what doesn't arrive is still in transit somewhere.