Give your cat the F L O A T I N G J U D G E M E N T B O X to allow them to stare at your half finished work from afar
well you could put papers there or something at least b/c we all know the cat won’t be in that box
I cannot focus
The screens swim in front of me, my eyes both slack and taut, vision blurred but desperately seeking context or a focal point
There isn’t one.
I look away
But today, my eyes do not refocus, but dart around restlessly, the waking REM sleep of the lighted pixels clinging to them.
Bidding them move.
I close my eyes
And the faint howling of electronic normality remains, now a dull hum that sticks to my clothing and buzzes in my skin
They said I’d stop hearing it once I grew up.
I get up
Determined to do anything but stare at the monolith anymore
So I walk outside, in a daze.
My eyes blur
Like my glasses do me no good anymore
Focused on a middle distance, a vanishing point that does not exist.
So I take them off
And I am in an Impressionist landscape with beautiful Pointillist lights
Bending and glowing as I walk.
My eyes open wide for the first time in years.
And the wind blows the rain into them.
And I remember how to cry.