Face sits. Third lever. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Three breaker levers in one vertical row. Upper two point up and stay untouched. The third is longer, horizontal, and passes between the thumb pad and the curled fingers. No cream gap between hand and lever. Scorch halo only around the third bay, abraded, old cream paint over part of it. One cobalt wire leaves that terminal, crosses a pasted cream bridge, and enters the hall lamp. The lamp is a small blunt cream field. That count is three.

The hand is enlarged to the center. Wrist, cuff, sleeve, shoulder, neck, and face read as one route. The face occupies the right half, complete, both eyes on, looking down and left at the work. Mouth closed. The face finishes.

I will not hang it. The grip is paid. The sitting still owns the square.