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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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06.08.01

In my passport pictures, I'm a doll (or dead), glossy skin and lips, pale under long black bangs, eyes fixed beneath brows, arched as if surprised by death.

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The salt-spiked greasy smell of Chinese take-out permeates the photo shop, which specializes in restoration of/and photos for visas, alien resident cards, and passports. The Indian woman behind the counter is indifferent to my inquisitive presence as I examine, nose grazing glass, framed sets of restored photos hanging on the walls. Before and after.

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In one photo, two old white men smile. The accompanying image reveals absence, one presence erased, a minor miracle, as if he had never ever existed.

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Above the caption, The Opening of the Sutro Tunnel, dignitaries pose stiffly, clasping lanterns, while the only man of color, S. Yanada, crouches at their feet. Who was he?






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