What then, in color

Often I forget that I work in a building of magic. The color copier is especially entrancing to patrons; brilliant smiles erupt out of sullen faces when a color copy appears. Black-and-white copiers are envious. The color copier is fussy and takes several minutes to do its arcane shuffle-sneeze of readiness. People wait before it as if they are waiting to give their confessions, eyes downcast, silent. Sometimes people leave behind their most prized flat possessions: driver’s license, photograph, passport, Muni pass. We collect them in a folder and do nothing with them, layers upon layers of lost. We should make a scrapbook for when the color copier retires. Here, we will say, here is everything you have improved upon. The color copier will puff up a bit,...

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