20 April 2012
I am shortsighted. Mostly it's annoying having the faff of putting contact lenses in each morning, or remembering where I left my glasses. But sometimes it's a beautiful, blurry world. Seeing street lamps and the headlights of cars splinter into flickering orbs of light. Watching someone as they speak and not being able to tell if their mouth is moving. Looking at a vista of colours, as buildings and trees meld into one.
I do love those moments, when you can't quite see.
Myopia • Opuss № I