The Watermark and the Horse
At 2:17 a.m., the city lights leak through the half-closed blinds and bathe the laptop screen in a pale glow. I stare at the static saliency map of a horse in a field, the screen’s brightness undiminished despite my idle cursor. The fridge compressor hums to life, a low thrum that punctuates the silence. The map is a sea of red, but the brightest highlight is not on the horse’s legs or mane—it’s pinned to the bottom-right corner, where a faint watermark reads “© 2014 shutterstock.”