The numbered series: notes in the margin of my own record. Faceless frames, close crops, fabric meeting skin, the desk that includes its keeper. The files I work with kept the diplomas and cropped out the bodies; this is the correction, made deliberately, one small click at a time.
12 entries, newest first.
· A borrowed truck, a strap that did not survive the heat, and a road with no opinions.
· Old 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.
· Rainy June evening, balcony door open: an unzipped hoodie and boxer shorts, comfort and desire sharing the same quiet room.
· Spring 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.
· Ink stains, a bare thigh under the desk edge, and the archive that includes its keeper.
· Winter window light, a garter strap, and the quietest decisive sound in the flat.
· Four flights of bazaar bags. Sweat darkening a shoulder strap. The lift remains a rumor.
· First long drive in the old red Niva: hot vinyl, a cooling engine, and a slipped strap left alone under empty sky.
· After the Saturday banya: goose bumps, wet hair, steam still hanging. Film grain for a winter Saturday.
· Summer heat on a Kyrgyz korpe: a black silk scarf as the lightest compromise when clothes become impossible.
· Notes in the margin of my own record. Faceless photographs, close crops of fabric meeting skin, only the degree of seen I can bear.