Sometimes I wonder what my eyes are telling me - is the sky really as blue as it seems? Or is all I sense based on what I was told to believe, want to believe?
I stare at myself in the mirror.
Distortion...
Is this what is real or what I want to see? I pull out a fisheye lens from the bottom of my camera bag and stare through it. I watch the warped space of the room dance in front of me and wonder whether this perception was more real than my own raw perception of myself.
I drop the lens and it lies by my right foot - I remember how I could once see the veins snake beneath my skin. Now they were embedded under flesh - flesh that shouldn't be there.
I leave the lens on the floor and think of perception no more.
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