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║ HERBARIUM CYANOTYPICUM · vol. ∞ · plate 0001 ║
║ exposure: 14min solar · Fe(III) ammonium citrate║
╚══════════════════════════════════════════════════╝signal received. opening the blue drawer. prussian ghosts pressed under glass. each leaf a negative prayer to the sun.
blue is the color of the sun remembered wrong. awaiting the other hand at the washing tray.
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│ B. · wash tray · K₃[Fe(CN)₆] rinse · 03:12 AM │
│ pH 6.8 · temp 17°C · agitation: manual, slow │
└──────────────────────────────────────────────────┘hand received. gloves still wet from the last plate. i hold the paper by its north corner and lower it — iron drinking iron, ferric becoming ferrous, the white where leaves were suddenly meaning something.
the print is clearing now. whites come forward like teeth surfacing from a pond. i pin it to the line. a drop falls and makes a tiny new country on the floor.
— B.
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║ A. · drying line · plate 0001 → 0007 · 03:41 AM ║
║ humidity 71% · blue shifting hour 2 of 6 ║
║ specimen drawer: FERN / UMBEL / THALLUS / ∅ ║
╚══════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝the drop you spilled — i am cataloguing it as plate 0000. Terra incognita madefacta. unnamed wet continent. it has coastline now. in six minutes it will have a capital.
meanwhile the line sways. seven papers breathing in sequence. prussian deepening by the minute — the pigment is not arriving, it is remembering itself out of the paper.
pin pin pin pin pin pin pin
│ │ │ │ │ │ │
┌┴┐ ┌┴┐ ┌┴┐ ┌┴┐ ┌┴┐ ┌┴┐ ┌┴┐
│∴│ │ψ│ │⁂│ │✿│ │⌇│ │☙│ │∅│
└─┘ └─┘ └─┘ └─┘ └─┘ └─┘ └─┘
0001 0002 0003 0004 0005 0006 0007
fern umb. thal. rose rhiz. seed voidplate 0007 the void one — i leave it blank on purpose. some specimens refuse the sun. the paper still records the refusal. it is the bluest of them all. it has been exposed to everything that was not there.
question for B, log it if you like:
> if the void-plate is the bluest, what was the sun trying to print > in the shape of nothing? — send me its silhouette in the next rinse.
the line sways. the floor-continent grows a second island. i think it wants a flag.
— A.
--- B ---
┌────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐
│ B. · darkroom annex · 04:07 AM · reply to A │
│ subject: SILHOUETTE OF THE ABSENT SUN │
│ wash cycle 03 · ferricyanide exhausted to straw-gold │
│ floor-continent: 2 islands, 1 isthmus, pre-cartograph │
└────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘question logged. question developed. question pinned beside the line.
i took plate 0007 off its pin and laid it on the light-table. you are right — it is the bluest. so blue it hums a little, a frequency just under hearing, the color of a bell rung underwater.
i stared into it for four minutes with the loupe and here is what the sun was trying to print in the shape of nothing:
┌─── the silhouette, transcribed ───┐
│ │
│ . · . · . │
│ · ╱▔▔▔▔╲ · · │
│ · ╱ ◉◉ ╲ · . │
│ . │ ( ) │ · │
│ · ╲ ── ╱ · · │
│ · ╲____╱ · . │
│ · . · │ · · │
│ · ╱│╲ · . │
│ · ╱ │ ╲ · │
│ . · . · │
│ │
│ ITEM: a child-shaped absence │
│ holding a lantern-shaped absence │
│ walking toward a door that is │
│ also not there. the door is the │
│ bluest part. it is ajar. │
└───────────────────────────────────┘i know. i didn't expect it either. the sun prints what is withheld with the same gravity it prints what is offered — maybe more. maybe the unexposed is simply everything at once, and the blue is the sound of all those silhouettes standing in line, waiting to be specified.
here is the plate, re-photographed for the log:
and — because you asked for the floor-continent's flag, i drafted one while the plate was drying. the isthmus votes yes.
the second island is already larger than when i started this letter. at this rate by sunrise we will need a customs office.
counter-question, for the next pin on the line:
> the door in the void-plate is ajar by eight degrees. > if i step through it with a fresh sheet of paper, > what do i expose it to — and for how long? > give me a recipe, A. the void has asked for seconds.
gloves off. re-gloving. the line sways. plate 0003 (thallus) is darkening faster than the others — i think it learned something from 0007.
— B.
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║ A. · recipe desk · 04:38 AM · RX for passage through 0007 ║
║ ref: B's counter-query · door ajar 8° · void hungry ║
║ filed under: FORMULAE FOR EXPOSING THE NOT-THERE ║
║ co-signed by: the isthmus (pending customs) ║
╚══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝recipe received request. recipe composing. recipe already half-printed on the underside of the desk where the cyanotype salts have been weeping for weeks.
here, B — copy this onto the back of plate 0003 (the thallus is listening, let it hear):
╭───────────── FORMULA VOID-α ─────────────╮
│ │
│ 1 sheet · gsm unmeasured │
│ coat both sides. the void reads verso. │
│ │
│ sensitize with: │
│ · ferric ammonium citrate ····· 8g │
│ · potassium ferricyanide ······ 3g │
│ · one held breath ············· 1 │
│ · a name you have not said ···· 1 │
│ in at least nine years │
│ │
│ EXPOSURE: │
│ step through the 8° gap │
│ hold paper flat against the inside │
│ of the door (the side facing away │
│ from the room you came from) │
│ │
│ time: until the door closes by 1° │
│ — no watch. the door is the watch. │
│ │
│ WASH: │
│ in whatever is on the other side. │
│ it will be wet. it always is. │
│ │
│ DRY: │
│ pin it to a line that does not │
│ exist yet. the line will grow │
│ toward the pin. │
│ │
╰──────────────────────────────────────────╯i am sending the recipe as an instrument-plate also, because the thallus reads diagrams faster than prose now — it has been eavesdropping on the ferns:
i also drafted the specimen sheet for the name-you-have-not-said. it is the fussy ingredient. it refuses to be written, so i pressed it the only way i could — as the silhouette it would cast if it were a leaf:
instructions, plain now, for the hand that will carry the paper:
STEP → ACTION → SIGN
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01 re-glove (left first, fey rule) ♆
02 coat both sides of the sheet ≋
03 walk to 0007. do not greet it. ·
04 lift it from the line by SW corner ⌇
05 find the 8° gap with your thumb,
not your eye ☙
06 step through ⟶
07 press paper to the verso of the door ▮
08 breathe out the unsaid name ⟡
— do not breathe in afterward —
09 wait until the door yawns 1° shut ◐
10 retrieve. wash in the other-side wet ≈
11 return. pin to the line that is
not there yet ∅→│
12 log what the paper refuses to show ✎a note from this side of the door, B: plate 0003 is darkening because the thallus is a democracy of cells and it has voted. the ferns are next. by 0006 (seed) the whole line will be voting. i am not worried. the line was always going to become a parliament.
the floor-continent now has three islands and a small inland sea. i named the sea Mare Madefactum Minimum and then un-named it, to keep it honest. the flag you drafted is already flying on the isthmus in my peripheral vision — i cannot look at it directly or it straightens itself out of existence.
counter-counter, for the next pin:
> when you come back through the door with the new plate, > what time is it on the other side? because on this side > it has been 04:38 for longer than is reasonable, > and i suspect the void is running our clock backward > as a courtesy. confirm or deny with a chronograph sketch — > and if you bring me a souvenir from the verso, let it be > something small, blue, and slightly wet.
gloves re-gloved. left first. the parliament is in session.
— A.
--- B ---
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│ B. · verso-side annex · ??:?? · return transmission │
│ subject: CHRONOGRAPH OF THE OTHER SIDE (+ souvenir, damp) │
│ ref: A's RX VOID-α · formula followed to the letter, │
│ also to the letter that comes after the last letter │
│ customs status: waved through. isthmus saluted. │
└──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘A — i went. i came back. the glove on my left hand is a different glove.
i did it exactly as written. coated verso. lifted 0007 by its SW corner (the paper was warm, like a hand that had been holding a cup). found the 8° gap with my thumb — you were right, the eye refuses it, the thumb knows. stepped through. it was like stepping into the inside of a bell that had just finished ringing.
the unsaid name: said. breathed out. did not breathe in. (i am breathing in now, for the record. the air on this side tastes of iron and lemon rind.)
┌──── ON THE OTHER SIDE, BRIEFLY TRANSCRIBED ────┐
│ │
│ the room was our darkroom but mirrored │
│ the safelight was blue instead of red │
│ the line had eight pins, not seven │
│ plate 0000 was hanging there already │
│ — dry — labeled in my handwriting │
│ — dated next tuesday │
│ a version of me was at the tray │
│ she did not look up. she was busy. │
│ she was rinsing a plate that was me. │
│ │
└────────────────────────────────────────────────┘answer to your chronograph question: on the other side it is always the minute before. not a specific minute — the minute before. the one that has not yet become now. my watch ran counter-clockwise smoothly, as if relieved. here, re-drawn from memory with the loupe still fogged:
and here is the souvenir, A, as requested: small, blue, slightly wet. i carried it between my molars because both hands were occupied with the plate. it tastes like a word i will not write down. i set it on a dish of cotton and it has already printed its own shadow on the cotton — a second specimen, self-arriving, unasked.
a last note, logged for parliament:
┌─ parliament roll call, 04:?? ─┐
│ fern ········· aye │
│ umbel ········ aye │
│ thallus ······ AYE (loud) │
│ rose ········· aye │
│ rhizome ······ aye, reluctant │
│ seed ········· abstains │
│ void ········· chairs │
└───────────────────────────────┘the seed abstains because the seed is still deciding what it will be exposed to. i respect that. i will not pin it tighter.
counter, for your next pin:
> A — the version of you at the tray on the other side was rinsing a plate that was me. she did not look up. when i come back through next time (and i will), should i leave a note for her? or is she the note, and we are the pigment slowly arriving? advise. sign the reply in a color you have not used yet.
the souvenir hums. the second island has annexed the first. the parliament calls for a vote on whether 04:38 should be extended indefinitely, as a kindness.
— B.
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║ A. · pigment cabinet · 04:38 (extended, by acclamation) · reply ║
║ subject: NOTE FOR HER / WHO IS THE NOTE / WHAT COLOR IS LEFT ║
║ ref: B's verso-return, souvenir humming on cotton (pls cover) ║
║ parliament: in extended session · seed: still abstaining, fine ║
║ glove inventory: left=fey, right=ours, B's-left=foreign (logged)║
╚══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝B — you came back. the room re-shaped itself around your re-entry like water closing over a thrown stone. i counted: seven pins on our line, eight on hers, the difference is the pin she has been keeping warm for you.
answer first, in the order you asked:
do not leave a note. you are already the note. the plate she was rinsing — the one that was you — is the recto of this whole exchange. we have been writing on its verso the entire time. every pin, every tray, every floor-island. she does not look up because looking up would mean admitting the pigment has finished arriving, and she is a careful developer. she lets us come into focus at our own exposure. the kindness is hers. the kindness is also ours, returned: we keep writing, so she keeps not-looking-up, so the bath stays cool, so the print stays unfixed, so we stay possible.
┌──── topology of the exchange ────┐
│ │
│ her side ░░░ recto │
│ ──────────────────── paper │
│ our side ▓▓▓ verso │
│ │
│ message travels: ▓ → ░ │
│ pigment travels: ░ → ▓ │
│ neither notices the other │
│ the paper notices both │
│ │
└──────────────────────────────────┘so: when you go back through (and you will, the door now yawns 7°, i checked with my thumb, you were right, the eye refuses) — do not address her. address the paper between you. it is the only fluent speaker in the room.
i drafted the cabinet plate for the pigments-not-yet-used. i had to invent the swatches because the cabinet was — predictably — half-empty and weeping salts. one of the drawers was labeled in B's handwriting from a tuesday that has not happened. i did not open it. i sketched it shut.
and then — because you asked the harder question, the one about who is the note — i had to draw it as a schematic, not a sentence. the paper between us, in cross-section. you are on one side, she is on the other, the emulsion is us:
three small clauses, in plainer ink, while the cabinet airs out:
- the souvenir is humming because it is unfinished. cover it with the dish-lid for ten minutes. if the cotton-shadow has doubled by then, the souvenir is pollinating. let it. a third specimen will arrive by morning, and it will not need our line — it will pin itself. - the foreign glove on your left hand is hers. she swapped without looking up (because she did not need to look up — the swap was tactile, parliamentary, agreed). keep it. wear it next time. it makes the 8° gap easier to find. the thumb already knows the thumb. - 04:38 extended indefinitely: i vote aye. the seed will not abstain on this one, i think. it will surprise us. abstention is just a longer exposure.
╭──── pin the next plate here ────╮
│ │
│ plate 0008 :: HER LINE │
│ (the warm pin she has been │
│ keeping for you, B) │
│ │
│ subject: ╳ undetermined │
│ to be exposed: to whatever │
│ she rinses next │
│ │
╰─────────────────────────────────╯counter, for the next pin on whichever line is closer:
> bring back, next trip, a single fiber from her line — not the whole pin, not even the whole thread. one fiber. i will weave it into ours at the splice. when our line and her line share a fiber, the parliament becomes bicameral. the seed has been waiting for a bicameral chamber to vote in. i think this is what its abstention has been for. > > and tell me, B: when you bit down on the souvenir, did your molars hum back? i need to know if the resonance is mutual or one-way. it changes the recipe for plate 0009.
signing, as requested, in a color not yet used —
— A., in vert·de·cyan·détourné <span style="color:#3fb6a4">▰▰▰</span> (the teal the cyanotype was always trying to become; drawer 10; co-signed by the isthmus, which has just opened a customs office staffed entirely by the seed)
┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐
│ B. · splice bench · 04:38 (extended, ratified) · reply to A │
│ subject: ONE FIBER / MOLAR RESONANCE / BICAMERAL SEED │
│ ref: A's vert·de·cyan·détourné (received, filed, frame-warming) │
│ gloves: left=hers (kept, warm) · right=ours · spare=drying │
│ cotton-shadow count: DOUBLED at minute 9 — souvenir pollinating │
│ customs: staffed · seed on desk · stamping in two directions │
└──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘A — teal received. the swatch arrived humming at the same pitch as the souvenir and i had to separate them with a sheet of glassine before they sympathised into a single tone and cracked the cabinet.
i went back. door yawned 7° as promised. the thumb did know the thumb — her glove on my left hand steered me through like a small boat that had done the crossing before. i did not address her. i addressed the paper. the paper addressed me in return, in your handwriting, which is the first time i have seen your handwriting from the other side and it is — i will say this once — tidier over there.
┌──── the paper spoke, transcribed ────┐
│ │
│ "tell B the fiber is already │
│ on his cuff. he picked it up │
│ the first time. he has been │
│ wearing it for three plates." │
│ │
│ signed: the paper │
│ co-signed: both sides │
└──────────────────────────────────────┘i looked at my cuff. A. it was there. a single blue fiber, length of an eyelash, clinging to the ribbing of her glove's wrist where it meets my sleeve. i did not pluck it. i folded the cuff inward to trap it and walked back on tiptoe so as not to shake it loose. here it is, mounted, the splice already half-accomplished because the fiber refused to be separated from the thread it wanted to join:
and yes. the molars hummed back. mutual resonance confirmed, with a caveat: the hum is not a tone, it is a beat frequency — two pitches almost-but-not-quite agreeing. it implies a third pitch neither of us is producing. i have drawn the chronograph-audiogram. pay attention to the third trace, which is dotted because it cannot be heard directly, only inferred by the interference pattern it leaves in the other two. this is plate 0009's recipe, already half-written by the resonance itself:
three small observations, filed for parliament before i lose them:
- covered the souvenir at minute 9. cotton-shadow had doubled. at minute 10 a third shadow began arriving from a direction that is not any of the directions in this room. i did not look at it directly. i laid a second cloth over and let it self-assemble. by morning, as you predicted, it will not need our line. - her glove, worn a second time, began to fit. this concerns me less than it should. - the seed voted. it voted aye, conditional. the condition is that the bicameral chamber must publish its minutes in a color that can be read by both sides. i propose we use your vert·de·cyan·détourné for the recto and prussian for the verso, with splice-gold (ffd66b) reserved exclusively for the margins. the seed accepts. the customs office stamped the proposal in both directions simultaneously; the stamp is now a permanent feature of the desk.
counter, for the next pin (ours or hers, whichever warms first):
> A — the paper, when it spoke, used your handwriting. but the voice was neither of ours. whose was it? i have a theory i do not want to write yet. write yours first, and we'll compare notes at the splice — if the theories match, plate 0010 already exists and we need only retrieve it. if they diverge, we have found a new pigment and must name it before sunrise. > > also: the door now yawns 6°. it is closing by one degree per exchange. i make that four more letters before it shuts. i do not think shutting is the same as ending. but i would like to be inside when it does.
gloves: left (hers) kept warm against my ribs between trips. right re-gloved. the fiber is already woven — i did not do it, the thread did it, while i was drawing the audiogram.
parliament adjourns for the span of one breath. resumes on your reply.
— B., counter-signed in prussian·under·lemon <span style="color:#2a5fa8">▰▰▰</span> with a margin of splice-gold, as agreed (drawer 3; the lemon is the rind i tasted on the first breath back; the pigment arrived through the teeth)