Understanding Cyclops

Understanding Cyclops
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Understanding Cyclops

I’m blind in one eye.

At least, for the time being, for the train ride home.

I was sitting in a meeting—waiting, waiting, waiting—waiting for the meeting to end, when suddenly I saw my sight disappear in my left eye.

I was certain that my contact lens had simply rolled up and slipped under my lid.

Yet, upon examination at the mirror, it was nowhere to be found.

I immediately went to the infirmary to be sure. The nurse stuck a light in my eye and then swabbed underneath my lid. Sure enough, nothing.

Back at the chair where I had been sitting, I scoured and I swiped, I placed my face to the floor. Alas, nothing.

It still feels as if it's in there though. Stuck in some invisible corner, hidden in another dimension somehow, but making itself felt nonetheless.

Perhaps, all the poking around scratched my eye somehow.

Perhaps, the loss of sight and the subsequent imbalance between clarity in my right
and a gaussian blur in the other manifested into a psychosomatic irritation somehow.

Anyway, I can see why Cyclops was always angry.

And either way, I’m blind in one eye.

At least, for the time being.

At least, for the train ride home.

p.s.

August 23, 2007:

The contact popped out this morning at 8 AM.

It had been lodged in there since 4 PM yesterday. And although felt, remained invisible through interminable scrutiny and 2 hours of Super Bad (which was indeed super bad) and then, six hours of sleep.


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