The rise and fall of videophony (pp. 147–148)
The high-def masks, when not in use, simply hung on a small hook on the side of a TP’s phone-console, admittedly looking maybe a bit surreal and discomfiting when detached and hanging there empty and wrinkled, and sometimes there were potentially awkward mistaken-identity snafus involving multi-user family or company phones and the hurried selection and attachment of the wrong mask taken from some long row of empty hanging masks
Context
The catalogued image itself: rows of empty enhanced faces hanging on hooks by the phone. Against this the U.H.I.D. veil reads as the honest version of the same object — the videophony mask conceals shame by simulating a better face; the veil confesses concealment itself. (Orin's Lemon Pledge husk-masks get set against exactly these at the 062 party.)