The Vision Thing
So 2005 is finally here, and with it finally comes my admission that glasses are needed on this thirty two year old face.
The world surrounding, has gradually shrunk over the last few years, due to, I am sure, too much masturbation, and an excess of computer LCD exposure. It is an all to common experience that people I pass in the street think me self absorbed, or even rude, as I do not speak to them until they are right in front of my face, waving flags and trying to communicate with me in semaphore.
The reality of the situation is, that I do not recognise their faces until they have made this assumption.
Though if I am to be honest, I don't think that I am yet ready to perceive the city of Dublin to the extent that these ocular additions would allow. I have long come to terms with the fact, that to a great extent we activly manufacture our own reality, and with glasses I may be extending mine to a point I might not be comfortable with.
More of everything.
The dark rainwashed January streets will, with the addition of glasses I imagine, stretch off into a greater distance than I have, up to now, allowed it. The horizon will for a while, in a vertigo like shift of perspective, scream away, nauseating, falling, taking my stomach and all the rain, junkies and homeless of Dublin with it. How much of these dark Winter days have been hidden from me, how much do I want that which has been hidden, to remain so?
My world with glasses, will fill with more space, colour, ugliness, beauty, manufactured curves, decaying angularity. Dublin will enlarge, all of it, the people will multiply, the just and the unjust alike.
Am I prepared to deal with this? Is there any other way of finding out save for actually braving the change.
I think not, the eye tests begin tomorrow, the fittings, within the week, the scales will fall from my eyes.
You pays your money, you takes your ride.
Peace and Hope