The first thing you notice is that the heart is losing air. It sits dead center on a soft, dove-grey field, a red balloon in the familiar Valentine shape, but instead of hanging plump and buoyant it slumps. Its two lobes crease and wrinkle where the surface has gone slack, a jagged split runs down the middle like a seam that failed, and at the bottom the whole thing tapers into a sad little pinched knot, the kind you tie off before letting a balloon drift away.

This object is doing something a heart on an album cover is not supposed to do: it is deflating in front of you. There is no crowd, no face, only a pair of white cartoon hands, marked with small X's, grasping the balloon from either side and two lines of hushed grey type. A shape meant to celebrate love, caught in the act of giving up its breath.

Everything on the sleeve points inward, toward that single wilting red form. To understand why it lands so hard, you have to look at what it refuses to do, and at the loss that was pressing on Kanye West the day it was made.