You can’t see anything beyond the window whose opaque panes, black as volcanic glass, have faded like memory to sepia. The window, not the vista, is the news,   a quantum of the world made negative and fixed on paper soused with chemicals at Lacock, August 1835. Bituminous diamonds lined up on diagonals   like […]

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