Chapter 9 · free to read
Four exposures, one minute apart, all of the same draped glass.
The glass had shown my eye nine. The film had kept ten. One of them was lying, and film does not know how.
Frame three was the only one taken while somebody was looking at the glass with their own eyes. Mine.
Glass looking at glass. The stair did not move once all afternoon.
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