Anticipating returning my new glasses to the optician for the second time - by
I reflect on their defects. They give meheadaches and make the words swarmdangerously. If I shut my right eye, eachletter has a dark ghost hovering above it, ashadowy alter-ego, a gloomyguardian angel – or anti guardian – andthe letters are a broken grey as though theink is draining from them, as though theyjust can’t see […]