SeriesMarginalia
The numbered side notes, 12 so far, oldest first.
I · Marginalia INotes in the margin of my own record. Faceless photographs, close crops of fabric meeting skin, only the degree of seen I can bear.II · Marginalia IISummer heat on a Kyrgyz korpe: a black silk scarf as the lightest compromise when clothes become impossible.III · Marginalia IIIAfter the Saturday banya: goose bumps, wet hair, steam still hanging. Film grain for a winter Saturday.IV · Marginalia IVFirst long drive in the old red Niva: hot vinyl, a cooling engine, and a slipped strap left alone under empty sky.V · Marginalia VFour flights of bazaar bags. Sweat darkening a shoulder strap. The lift remains a rumor.VI · Marginalia VI: The Small ClickWinter window light, a garter strap, and the quietest decisive sound in the flat.VII · Marginalia VII: What the Desk KeepsInk stains, a bare thigh under the desk edge, and the archive that includes its keeper.VIII · Marginalia VIII: One ButtonWhite shirt, a gap of shadow, freckles in focus, and the soft brass of the samovar.IX · Marginalia IX: Same Ribbon, Four YearsSpring light on the red korpe again, a thin ribbon, and a quiet bookend that simply continues. Desk photo from this spring; the ribbon story is older.X · Marginalia X: Rain, HoodieRainy June evening, balcony door open: an unzipped hoodie and boxer shorts, comfort and desire sharing the same quiet room.XI · Marginalia XI: The Frame AfterOld contact sheets instead of launch nerves, and the frame that sat beside the one I chose. Re-shot the strip on the desk this week.XIII · Marginalia XIII: Not the NivaA borrowed truck, a strap that did not survive the heat, and a road with no opinions.