THE WORLD HAS BEEN BLURRED FOR A WHILE NOW, GOING ON TWO YEARS. THIS STARTED AS A HAZE OVER MY EYES, THEN CONSTANT TRANSPARENCY OBSCURRING MY VISION, WHICH HAS TRANSITIONED INTO AN COMPLETE LACK OF VISUAL CLARITY.
HOW MANY WAYS CAN IT BE SAID? I HAVE SO MUCH TIME TO THINK NOW THAT I CAN'T SEE.
YOU'D ASSUME, SURE, I'D BE LONGING FOR CRYSTAL VISION, BUT I'VE SURPASSED THAT DESIRE. FINALLY ALL OF MY THOUGHTS ARE TRAINED IN A SINGLE DIRECTION, MOVING TOWARDS A COMMON GOAL, RATHER THAN SCATTERED BY EVERY NEW OBJECT THAT ENTERS MY SIGHT. I NO LONGER NEED HUMAN INTERACTION, EITHER. I AM MUCH MORE AT PEACE INSIDE MYSELF. IT'S SAFE. IT'S KNOWN.
I TRACE AND RETRACE THE SAME STEPS I WALKED BEFORE. FIFTY-SIX STEPS TO THE CORNER. TWO HUNDRED TWENTY THREE TO THE BUS STOP, WHICH IS JUST AHEAD OF ME NOW. I USED TO COUNT. NOW, EVERY PIECE OF THE OUTSIDE WORLD INFORMS MY WHEREABOUTS. I CAN SMELL THE STREET PERFORMER TO MY LEFT, HIS SNOWBOUND PIZZA PARLOUR STAGE ABANDONED WITH THE BUDDING TREES. AS I PASS, HE HUMS THE BEGINNING STRAINS OF "WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD" AND THOUGH THE BRIGHT BLESSED DAYS ARE DARKENED FOREVER, I HAVE TO AGREE.
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