Monday, August 21, 2017

The Naked Eye

For no reason other than laziness, I've been wearing my glasses all day today.

I carry the dog downstairs and hook up her collar and, just for a moment, take off my glasses.

The streetlights, the stoplights, the still-lit signs above the sleeping shops and cafes, the lights of the passing cars, all blossom into diffuse jewels of myopia.

Even though I can't see the details. the world still seems closer, more present, more real, than when I go back behind the wall of my glasses, back to the world of the visible.
One year ago: The One-Year-Old's Birthday Party
Two years ago: How You Treat the People Who Serve You
Three years ago: Like Usual
Four years ago: I Swear They're Following Me

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