Following the disappearance of beauty is the unsettling appearance of tactical banality. A physical disturbance takes place, you are attuned to contrast.
When she leaves the room, for instance, and you’re left staring at your hairy calves. Or when you step out of the bath and notice your large pores in the mirror.
You have to lower yourself to deal with physical adumbrations. Wrinkles on sheets, dust on table, your own flesh. Beautiful things give you this conceptual potential to then nullify it, with one and the same exclusory force.