I found a red suitcase at the curb on trash day. It was full of a family’s photographs, many of which had been damaged.

I found a red suitcase at the curb on trash day. It was full of a family’s photographs, many of which had been damaged.

 By scanning and repositioning the photos, they become more distorted, more painterly, and only slowly reveal their ghostly images.

By scanning and repositioning the photos, they become more distorted, more painterly, and only slowly reveal their ghostly images.

 Their underlying narratives become inaccessible, and the focus shifts from what is revealed to what is obscured.

Their underlying narratives become inaccessible, and the focus shifts from what is revealed to what is obscured.

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 I found a red suitcase at the curb on trash day. It was full of a family’s photographs, many of which had been damaged.
 By scanning and repositioning the photos, they become more distorted, more painterly, and only slowly reveal their ghostly images.
 Their underlying narratives become inaccessible, and the focus shifts from what is revealed to what is obscured.
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I found a red suitcase at the curb on trash day. It was full of a family’s photographs, many of which had been damaged.

By scanning and repositioning the photos, they become more distorted, more painterly, and only slowly reveal their ghostly images.

Their underlying narratives become inaccessible, and the focus shifts from what is revealed to what is obscured.

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