<strong>Who:</strong>Maple<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Socinian Institute rooftop garden<br/><strong>When:</strong>End of 4th Arrangement until 5 PM or so<br/><hr/>Maple's first attempt at a Trump sketch of Min-joon as he had been before last weekend is unsuccessful. Maple knows that she had looked at Min-joon before—in fact, she can find more than one (non-Trump) sketch of the boy in her notebook, made during dull moments in Shakespeare class—but to her inner eye, the memory of how he used to be has been overwritten with the memory of how he was before he died: hollow, threatening. It's as though the emptiness inside Min-joon ate not only the boy, but the boy's metaphysical properties, going backward through time. Or something.<br/><br/>Maple's try at a Trump sketch of the hollow Min-joon goes more smoothly, but it remains warm: no one to whom to connect, apparently. Park Min-joon has left the building.<br/><br/>She considers making a third sketch, of the hollowness without the veneer of Min-joon, but it seems like a bad idea: what if the emptiness spread from the page to her?<br/><br/>All in all, these experiments take more than an hour.