The Refraction of Memory
The first photograph I took of Gregory was not really a photograph at all. It was an absence. I pointed my camera at his study at MIT — Building 4, room 127, the one with the large window that looked out over the Charles River — and I pressed the shutter. The flash went off, a stark, artificial burst of light that momentarily stripped the room of its shadows. The image developed on the LCD...
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