This moment of experience is a commemoration of another.
Yesterday, I put on my glasses for the first time.
The world leapt from one reality to another.
Quantum shifting in a newly discovered multidimensional universe.
on,off,on,off on and into a framed world of unfamiliar verisimilitude.
Off and back to the familiar, disturbingly imperfect.
Reality five seconds ago wasn’t so disturbing, it was indescribable it ... was.
What else lurks nefariously within the march of technology’s inexorable procession.
What unknown unknowns are we waiting for?
I didn’t mind reality I’m not sure how much improvement I can take.
In its defence I could start the reality preservation society.
When I left the lair of the Optomo-terroist of reality.
I stared at a stone wall, lichen, textures, bits of wood stuck in cracks. A tapestry of history, ecology and patterns.
I watched an insect climb, protuberant pincers waving, tiny fur quivering and 8 presumedly perfect compound eyes staring back at me.
That night for the first time, just imagine, for the first time, I saw the stars