Warm fuzzy world.
I'm somewhat myopic, left eye 250 degrees, right eye 300 degrees.
Very often, I enjoy wearing my spectacles, because every time I feel threatened, unhappy or otherwise discontent, I can take my spectacles off. And the world unfocuses into a warm, fuzzy blur.
An ugly, grey concrete jungle becomes a world of massive erasers from a giant's pencil case, or big granite obscurities, or tall crystal mazes. A cloudy sky turns into a pleasant lilac blur.
Frowning commuters on the MRT become animated, amusingly speedy smudges.
And yet, recently I've begun to find my once pleasant fog disconcerting. Shadows seem to lurk in every corner. The sky is an angry purple haze.
I wear my contact lenses religiously now.
posted by Đirestraits @ 6:43 pm
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