The Optics of Disappearance
The first photograph I took of Gregory was not really a photograph at all. It was a record of an absence. I pointed my camera at his study at MIT — Building 4, room 127, the one with the towering window that overlooked the slate-grey waters of the Charles River — and I pressed the shutter. The flash went off, a momentary surgical strike of light that bleached the room. The image developed on...
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