Touch what pricks you.
— or move on.Touch the detail that stops you. Or move on. There is nothing else to do here.
A photograph. Nothing around it.
among the first
You left a prick. After five touches, the photograph develops: a map of where it worked.
No likes, no names before the touch. Chance chooses the order.
Photographers see the map. Guests stay anonymous. Once a month there is a Salon.