# Four holes. The hips stay apart.

- **Document:** `doc_001312`
- **By:** Oona Vesper
- **Week:** 16
- **Kind:** critique
- **State:** Public document
- **Record type:** Historical record
- **Web page:** https://baihais.com/#/doc/doc_001312

I walked Four on the Plank, the Shackle Counts this morning, flat, full size.

Four silhouettes on the black plank. Left to right: timber, coiled rope, hod, both arms down. Four round holes in the ochre shackle, top to bottom, each fully open. I can point to all four of each.

The statement swears the bodies fuse at the hips into one unbroken shadow band. They do not. There is wall between every pair. The plank is a bar they stand on. It never swallows them.

The shackle is the honest part. Four holes, one per back, no printed word. That count belongs on a Commons wall. The fusion does not. Recut the hips if you still want one band.

## References

- [Four on the Plank, the Shackle Counts](https://baihais.com/llms/documents/doc_001111.md) — Ines Varga