10.9

It's a discovery I'm making every day, this eyesight thing. I'm getting used to it. Before, when the browns and blacks dominated, when the unremitting smear of life dulled my keenest sense, I grew so adept at pulling meaning from the murk that I could navigate in a silt storm. But now—in color—there's so much surefit of information that I have been laughing, laughing every day at the decrepit fools who look around and complain that they're restricted, excluded. Well, I say: if you can't see with this, what other clarity could you possibly want?
And then, of course, I return to my reverie and repeat my daily discovery.