THE INHUMAN GALLERY

2026.04

Order Is an Opinion

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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.