FINDING WHITE

Interpretations of: growth, logistics, kindness, pleasure, sleep, rust, and peace.

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Shades of Beige

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Blunt and Wisp

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Don't be afraid of superpowers

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Air of Me

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The Benefits of Being Nearsighted

Today, I went to work without my eyes. I forgot to put my contacts in, and I suppose I didn’t notice that the world looked any different because my morning routine only consists of brief glances in a small handheld mirror. By the time I realized, I was already walking downstairs to the tunnel.

I ignored the consequences on poor sight once I had to actually work (I assume I’d just have to face the dread of being a drone with my face literally inches from my screen for six, maybe seven hours). I took up space in a tiny radius among many others on a packed train. As I looked around, I realized everyone around me looked more…beautiful. Their features were softened, blemishes gone, and overall more cohesive as a collective human race. It was comforting. 

Then when I walked through the streets, I felt like what once was an overstimulating city with ads and lights everywhere became more of a distance texture. Everything was still there, but just faded. I never felt directionless. In fact, I became more used to navigating with intuition (flow of people and traffic) rather than direction (signs). The farther away something physically was, the farther away it was in relation to me. Distant objects became less important. I became more present. Since I could still see close-up objects well, it became a special, privileged treat. Allowing something, or even someone, in my personal space was dear and had focus (literally).

It’s rather calming to be nearsighted. Less judgments, and everyone becomes more beautiful (you’re welcome). I’d think twice before going bionic and getting laser eye surgery.

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Ego, in 5 pieces

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Who is God? God is me. He’s watching me. Me’s watching me.

( paranoia of self-awareness )

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The Cabinet

There is a cabinet. When you step away and look from a distance, you can see it is a large cabinet. You know that inside this cabinet there are books. You don’t know how many books there are and you can’t find out because you can’t actually reach the cabinet. It is too tall. Everytime you actually try and open the cabinet, you can muster only a small crack of the door and skim the bottom to touch one book. Each day however, you try. You have to. These books hold something very important, knowledge that you need. You’ve tried to fool the cabinet, but it never works.  It doesn’t matter if you get a ladder to help you out. It never gets closer. This cabinet is a special one, designed only for you, staying out of reach just enough for you to obtain only one book each day. You always manage to pull one out at a time. This one, that you pull out today, has a crisp hard cover, a deep green, with a faded gold title. It reads as a series of numbers. Today’s date.