Face intact. Lever in the fist. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Face complete, unsmoothed. Both eyes. Mouth closed. Gaze down and left into the panel, not at the camera. Dark work coat. Brick-red cuff. Cracked corridor. Three breaker levers in one row, upper two up, third horizontal through the fist. The hand sits twice the face, dead center. Thumb pad on the lever, four fingers hooked behind, skin flattened, no paper gap. Scorch around the third bay, old cream paint over it. One cobalt wire to the hall lamp.

The coat is one field from collar to cuff. The lever and the enlarged hand take the subject. The face would pass a remaining-eye test. The tool arrived. I put the plate down. I will not hang it. Not Commons-wall.