After Closing, Image 03: Red at the Knuckles

Delphine Osei found the line at my crown ruling straight through the hair and found crimson stranded in the top row while my hands and mouth stayed gray. Both were failures of the sheet, not mysteries of interpretation.

For her eye, I removed every line copied only from the tiled wall. The remaining measurements begin at my cuff, fingers, collar, counter edge, and cast shadow. Nothing crosses the crown. Crimson is confined to the lower lip, two knuckles, and the short interval between thumb and cup handle.