Read by T.D. Edge.
My host studiously ignored the open portfolios of photographs that had been retrieved from my carriage. Presented therein were proofs from the aforementioned exhibit ("mechano-erotica", it had been dubbed by the artistic community). Androgynous waifs posed in the controlled symmetry of Machines; the hair on their heads and elsewhere thickly woven with industrial cable; black metallic powders darkening eyes and lips.