An emanation of energy

The Garment by Robert Cole

*girl who doesn't know imperial measurement voice* nods. a yard is a 1% percent of a football field, which is as big as many big things.

✅ “do they know its legal now” suggests the characters are stupid, poorly suggests that this is the only barrier to their relationship—both of which are funny as hell

except for the bittersweet fact that i can never show people how breathtakingly beautiful the world looks when you eyesight is fractured straight through the middle. i close what my opitician calls my good eye and the world explodes in colour, every pinprick source of light spreading out into iridescent flares into all directions culminating in bright circles at the edge of my vision. every star, every streetlight, multiplying into a tenfold symphony of colour and light. it's so overwhelmingly beautiful. how can i ever explain this to people? that when they find out and look at me with pity they should be envious instead. what an immense privilege, to be able to look at the world and see it too.

due to popular request: an attempt at an artistic rendition of a single streetlight as seen through my right eye - although it hardly does it justice.

i started reading this book and kept tilting my head at the comparisons the author was using so i started a running list of them

this author's use of imagery is so questionable

i actually went "what the fuck" and had to stop for like 5 minutes after this one

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