Maison Aumône, July
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A mirror owns nothing.
Everything passes through it.
Nothing remains.
Even light departs.
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Perhaps that is why old mirrors seem different from new ones.
They no longer return the world
exactly as it arrived.
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Morning crosses the room.
Wall.
Floor.
Glass.
For one brief moment,
the mirror belongs to the light.
Then the light moves on.
Nothing disappears.
It simply ceases to belong here.
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The Archive
Each study in Residual Light is accompanied by a working archive.
Not an explanation.
A record.
For Residual Light IV, the archive contains:
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Field Notes IV
A notebook fragment written alongside the photograph.
Inventory No. 4
A record of the morning’s remaining light.
Contact Sheet
Alternate studies of the mirror.
Archive Fragment
A note written beside the mirror.
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Enter the archive below.
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