this up and coming youngster looks in my swollen eye for 1.3 seconds and spits out some name of no intelligence nonsense, says i've pterygium and dances away in his frippery white frock, then they have taken my money and i am wandering about thinking on losing sight and stepping into endless night but mostly how it would feel to puncture the orb and erase the memory of all the things i should not have seen while learning how to fly.