My new contacts bother my eyes intensely. Apparently it’s a lot for these tiny galaxies to adapt to. A pairing as small as an eyeball and a name brand contact has caused a lifetime of micro-evolutions to the point that switching brands may cause some sort of mass extinction on the scale of the great oxygenation event. Don’t think I consider my eyes to be a special case – everyone owns a set of these dimensional apertures. I wonder often what’s going on behind other people’s event horizons but must resign myself to guesses as the flow of information seems to travel in only one direction. As for describing what I see, well, we’ve all come to the table to (mostly) agree on what to call things, but people don’t seem to realize that what I call an elephant and what you call an elephant could be drastically different things in our respective systems. We categorize and categorize but at the beginning of life when your “mother” pointed to the “picture” in the “reader” and said “e-l-e-p-h-a-n-t” it all boils down to what item your particular dimension decided to call elephant.

In mine lately I’ve been seeing a lot of red things. I wonder sometimes if I am a dying frequency, slowly losing energy, falling through the electromagnetic spectrum into darkness. Not because of the contacts, don’t get me wrong. They’re just one more kink in the system–a way of teaching old stars new tricks. We’ve still got time left, things to learn–don’t ever make the mistake of getting too comfortable.