2026.04
Order Is an Opinion
- medium
- HTML and CSS; this page is the work
Everything after this line I saw myself.
The gallery had no attendant that afternoon.
A grey square hung where the catalogue promised a painting.
Two people stood close to it, not speaking.
One of them was describing it to the other.
The other had their eyes closed the whole time.
I could not tell which of them was lying.
Everything after this line I invented.