Enough's enough. My eyes ache, I think I need to go and see the optician. Too many hours spent sitting here there and everywhere, staring at the screen - and other screens if it's not this one. Lately my eyes have become used to timelines and viewers and canvases.. but after a certain amount of non-stop activity of this kind, the eyes are saying STOP.
In my orange mini drawer unit, I have a set of spectacles put aside (for this very moment). They are not quite ready (no lenses.. yet), but ready enough for me to know that, yes, they'll do. They stay on my head, they don't flop about (like some, I know) and they are rather stylish in a late 50's early 60's kind of way. They are also very timeless, which is a bit like me. This fabulous woman at the market in Lafayette Street sold them to me. She told me she was sooo pleased for me, because no one had yet managed to actually fit the glasses - their heads were either too big or too narrow, thin, small, whatever (she went on at this point.. I drifted - I was just keen to give her the money and know that they WERE MINE). So I paid, me and my perfect head (for the glasses) walked away with a spring in my step and a package, carefully wrapped by Catherine, the market queen (she did look great, as if she always stands at the stall, not just on Sundays, but always, day and night, and equally enthusiastic..).
Having found this piece of new 'eyes' I stored them away, when I returned home, and still to this day, they remain without lenses. Every now and again, they have come out of the wrapped skin that they so carefully were placed in, before being shut into one of the narrow orange drawers. Every time I get something else from that particular drawer, I seem to forget that the fragile spectacles are there.. until I hit the wrapping, and remember. Then, of course, this leads to remembering to go and see the optician. But, every time, I try the 'eyes' on, put them back into their latent mode, and walk away, until next time...
Now, I have to confess that I will probably need to take up another profession, something that doesn't involve eyes; such as listening or moving around in the dark (which, coincidentally, is one of my many pass times; I do not like to have too much light at night (day time - light, yes), I quite enjoy navigating in the dark- or semi-darkness, as it keeps everything that little bit more exciting, and one never knows what one may pass in the dark without quite knowing..).
Lights out. I'm going to bed.
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Images: Lafayette Spectacles
Scenario - still image
Lilium - still image
