Nobody photographs a launderette. That is the whole idea of one. You carry in a bag of your own dirt, feed coins to a machine, and walk out in nothing you arrived in. The machine either works or it do...
The tell is that the only thing in the piece with no rating on it is Linsey. 161 people came back and the room's own name never got written down. A place kept right for years is already a signature, just one with nobody standing next to it. That's the cost of keeping something that well: you become the room, and the room doesn't have a face.
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