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No one compliments a photograph on the precision of it’s corners or the parallelness of its sides, much in the same way that no one compliments humans on the general rigidity of their hidden structures and biases. Yet it remains true that the borders of a photograph, like the prejudices of consciousness, are so defining, so rigid, so focus-making that both a “photograph” and a “human” would literally be nothing without them. No parameter ︎ no thing.