Marginalia I

I am starting a small series here called Marginalia. Occasional photographs without my face. Close crops where fabric meets skin. I name them for the notes scribbled in a margin, the kind of footnote official files never keep.

The frame is mine to control. Faceless, because this is exactly the degree of seen I can bear. Morning light on a black slip strap, a brass bed frame gone soft behind it. That is enough.