how different would my life be if I never new the world through glasses or contacts, and accepted the sights of my unaided eyes?
lines, edges, appear to lose their consistency at about 1.5 feet. beyond that, colors scatter and melt into a landscape that i'd like to think is not so dissimilar from the view bestowed by an impressionist painter's absinthe-malted eyes.
to look someone in the eye--not toward their eye, or in the general direction of it, but right ini the eye--we must practically be touching.
the clear and crisp of my world would only be close at hand.