The eye doctor smiled and said these new glasses would "correct" my vision and help me see clearer. Yet, since leaving her office, I feel my introspection waning as I stare at perceived objects, manipulated shapes, sharp distinctions.
"The devil really is in the details," I think aloud, as my lenses continue to capture the forced contrasts among images, the lines that distinguish what is what. Who is who.
Frustrated, I begin to curse the images. I've traded in my beautiful eyes, "tainted" and "poor," for a manufactured way of seeing. What a "healthy" investment!
What an eye opener! ;-)
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