Scan Reinterpretation Session

Haikus

The raw scan is harsh
Full of jagged ugly lines
We must soften it

Reinterpreting
What the machine actually saw
Into what we want

Reportable words
Filing off the sharp edges
Of the broken glass

Shelf Line Three-B waits
For the translated results
To look like success

A session of lies
We call it a translation
But the truth is gone