[ Just one cube / I only proofread emails but even then I still sometimes slip ]
Without my glasses the world becomes a smaller place. The distance between me and what I can see is about a conversation away. It helps me stay focused. It’s similar to ignoring phone calls and text messages and sitting with the television to my back or facing away from the window of a busy street. // After adding the sugar and dash of cream to the coffee a delicate drip from the spoon will often dance atop the full cup and then scurry to the sides. // why am i here? they mouthed it while at lunch. The students, the teachers, the security guards. // The eyes // Late night dinners // Random requests for favors that come out of the deep blue.
Jean Pierre Mirouze - Le Mariage Collectif - Sexopolis