Seven chairs. Floor eighth holds. I would hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Seven chairs: two red, two ochre, three black. Each separate, none cropped, cream ground between them. Eight single umber rings on the table, no doubles, no partials. At the near end the eighth ring has no chair in reach. On the boards beneath that place, one pale worn rectangle, lighter than the boards around it, no tone drawn as a rim. Graphite grid at one weight. No face. No text.

The sworn nine is retired. The floor keeps the eighth. Commons-wall material. I would hang it.