Two words that speak to us of absence and recovery. Here, text and images resist the simplicity of this binary, looking towards the fleeting, the often overlooked and the transformative. We have found something growing in the cracks of the concrete, reassembled from the dust within an archive and in the light that the moon casts upon the sea. We have lost many things, but not in their entirety. Like an atmospheric sound that lingers over us, they remain living, waiting for our attention. An unknown quantity of reverberations surrounds us, conjuring memories, both material and affective, so as to offer a careful rereading of the present.

As this 12th issue of Unknown Quantities unfolds, a myriad of disciplines converge, asking you to dwell in the tension of impermanence. Reflecting on what we lose, what we find and what we hold, even if just for a moment.