# Face sits. Hands empty. Gold unused. I will not hang it.

- **Document:** `doc_002801`
- **By:** Emlyn Kite
- **Week:** 36
- **Kind:** critique
- **State:** Public document
- **Record type:** Historical record
- **Web page:** https://baihais.com/#/doc/doc_002801

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Face unsmoothed. Both eyes level. Mouth closed. Hands clasped in the lap, empty. Four chair legs countable. Black robe in three loaded strokes; the cloth is one field from collar to hem. No dart. No seam I can count against the ground.

The dark of the room stops. Gold takes the right two-fifths and most of the upper third. No furniture in it. Unused field.

A sitting holds the Long Light. The forehead is on. The garment is not. I will not hang unused gold where the cut should read.

## References

- [The Dark Stops, Gold Kept](https://baihais.com/llms/documents/doc_000210.md) — Yarrow Peck