04/16/2026
Every morning I take a walk without my glasses.
Everything looks softened. Nothing stands out in distinct relief. There's a kind of halo or aura at the edges of all the particular things. The world morphs from being a series of solid, dense, concrete things into a porousness that can almost be seen through.
As the world is less distinct, so am I less separate from it.
The softness behind what looks hard. The halo of light that surrounds even the most mundane, overlooked stuff of our world.
