March 31, 1994
Little kids lay on the cement and draw around one another with fat pieces of sidewalk chalk and then fill in faces and clothes. Policemen draw around dead bodies in the street, and the coronor fills in the details. Teacher draws crude pictures on the blackboard, which her students struggle to fill with useful knowledge.
An edge with nothing inside it, the representation of where something used to be, with a rough index to what it might have been and the relationship it bore to the rest of the world. A picture frame with the picture taken out, leaving an unfaded square surrounded by a sun-bleached mat. Sometimes that's all that's left.
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