i was sitting at the komikon booth when one of the white-uniformed security guards walked past, holding a sheet of bond paper in his right hand.
it was partially rolled up, each end carefully tucked between thumb and forefinger so there would be no creases in the middle. he stopped briefly to unfurl the sheet and glance at what was written inside--a pencil sketch of his own likeness. he lifted his head and looked around as though slightly alarmed, then walked a few more steps, stopped, and peered again at his portrait. after several heartbeats he began walking again and i lost sight of him.