A young professional develops an obsessive insecurity with the large glasses he must wear and comes to blame them for the mundanity and loneliness he faces every day. Frustrated, he hurls his glasses down the stairs, but then discovers he is not alone in his house.
Sometimes I wonder what the world would look like if I didn’t have to wear glasses. I wonder if it is any different, if I only see what my glasses let me see. There, on my bedside table next to my alarm clock, I can see the outline of the silver rims cutting through the darkness. The lenses glow a dull red and magnify the blinking digits from the clock. There, through the silky shadows trimmed in moonlight, my glasses sit and stare.
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