This photograph is the very definition of banality: the double contingency of a person and a moment - a still point in space-time. This is the everyday: the ceaseless repetition of the unique. Except that here it is me, me on my first day of school. Only for me is this photograph complicated, painful, lacerating. Its banality, the poverty of its aesthetic resources, is its guarantee of reality. In fact, its banality is what hurts the most.

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