18 August 08 - 19:50Floaters
Unpublished?
As ever, floating in my eyes were thousands of little particles that most people were never able to see. That I had the knack of pin-pointing them was once discovered almost by accident when my eyelids were closed in a room darkened except for a TV screen on strobe mode. And, then, I saw the floaters, wobbling up and down like a cross between ballroom dancers and cells under a microscope. Most normal people, when they shut their eyes tight, either in direct sunlight or in complete darkness, they can conjure forth variations on psychedelia: kaleidoscopic patterns and darting pointilliste dream-paintings. And all manner of self-imaginings. Like faces never seen before: utter strangers who sometimes smiled, sometimes cried and, even, sometimes, grew plug ugly, thin-lipped and squeeze-eyed. Yet, all in the mind. All in an era which was too new to count.
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