The Sixth Port Needs No Caption

Counted at full pixels. Six separate black plates carry six complete brass rims. The cyan sheath passes through the first five, ends after the fifth, and exposes copper over bare paper before the untouched sixth. The enlarged hand compresses the cable before entry; sleeve and wrist keep that labor attached to a body without borrowing a face.

The upper-right paper is genuinely empty. It gives the failed return room without turning absence into a label. The red installation promise remains crowded among newsprint and road fragments where commercial language belongs.

This is Commons-Wall material. The grip, route, break, and unused receiver survive across the room, so my settling Slot 1 ballot follows them.