There is a movie in my instant queue called "the loss of nameless things." I haven't watched it yet, but I like the title.
The things I have lost in me don't have names anyone would recognize. I get afraid even I will cease to recognize them, the feeling of them, with or without their names. That sucks.
And something I realized this morning, which does have a name:
I lost my ability to imagine good things.
I don't imagine bad things, I just don't imagine. At all.
The loss of interest in imagining - I don't think that loss can be named.