So the figure sits peering behind glass that clears the world of a never-realised clouded vision. Rims shine in soft glares of streetlights that slink out from shadows. The clouds were hardly noticed until now, until the needle clarity showed them in all their incapacitating glory. Signs glow with unearthly certainty, their messages blatantly obvious when before they were shrouded in velvet smooth thickness. Previously imperceptible details cascade amongst what was once mundane and beauty is found where ugliness resided. Though opposites rule some as sweet perfumes are turned to hideous odours that permeate the base elements with irreversible consequences. Shadows lurk more prominent now where before they stood solitary in their mystery. Death is visible in every fold, in every vector, in every pixel of the human soul. The diamond cut clearness stabs at soft, round pupils and the first battle of a war is fought on hemispheres of thought. Dizziness infects travel and vanity is affected by shards of acuity that would otherwise sleep quietly in the recesses of the mind. So the epiphany of vision is removed and it is hidden, and the clouded world resumes its rightful stature. But too much has been seen, too much has been envisioned. And now it’ll never be the same again.
And that’s the story of how I found my glasses.
March 29, 2008 at 11:55 pm
Ever since I got my glasses I’ve always wanted to draw something on them so the world could be more interesting. Like to ease the sharpness of the world there could be a robot terrorising the city through my right eye.
I am telling you this merely because you seemed rather upset at having no comments. And so now you have one. yay