Right now I live in a room with these moments taped to the walls. Each day I write about another moment, and my life changes incrementally. But the other day I used another printer, and on this wall the cracked-glass lines at the top of Gloria Grahame’s dress have become deep and black. Imagine everything you felt today, produced by that printer. Maybe you would experience a pleasing undeniability, but probably you’d just be a jerk.⠀