The Impermanent Site · Room 17, with everyone
No pane has faded yet.
This photograph is behind twelve panes of glass. Behind the pane your hand crosses, the print fades.
The picture is kept whole elsewhere. What you see of it is made of everyone who has looked, pane by pane.
A print left in a window goes the same way: pale where the light falls longest, warm at the edges, still a castle.