:: glasses ::
my -new- glasses have a kind of curvature that brings a delightful effect to what is seen through them. right on the corner of the eye, the blurred out images of the outside world start clearing up parallel to the movement of the head; it's as though the world starts being a solid cluster of things in the moment that my eyes set themselves on it. sometimes it looks as if a wave of clarity were flowing over things and infecting them with clear shapes and colours. i get dizzy sometimes, since my eyes are not yet used to the accuracy of everything around them; i take my glasses off and, with a slight disappointment, realize that the world i've known is no more that a poor image that my brain -in collaboration with my eyes- struggled to form.
even though i know that what i see through these glasses is what i am supposed to see -or at least that's what the eye-doctor thinks-, i get the feeling that, despite the clarity of it all, there is something that i am bound to miss. it's happened before; glasses are a means of letting the world in, aswell as a means of leaving some of the world 'out there'. a few years ago, having the other glasses, i went to an art exhibition; everything seemed to come into focus, the lines became solid and defined, the colours brighter and the details seemed to come to life under my sight. but, as i pulled my glasses up, letting my eyes, bare naked, explore what was there to be seen, i found that there was something different, aside from the definition and brightness, it now was my painting, the one i was seeing, not just the one that was to be seen.
although my visual defect is not very large, the world seen just through my eyes is somehow different from the world seen through my glasses, and that, i must say, is rather exciting. i get to decide when to see what i see, and when to see what is meant to be seen. i only have left to hope that this applies not only to my eyes.
coming in through my ears:: ein Elephant für dich//Wir sind Helden