To spend your life moving inexorably in a given direction and, to come there by pains slow and steady, is no trivial thing. Our anxieties define themselves silently along these paths and give birth to paralyzing fears when the destination is upon us. The choice of a life on rails is not “what will I do?” but rather, “what will I do when I get there?”
I unmask myself in the face of fear through the simple act of removing my glasses. My vision gives shape to the world but It also animates my anxieties, rendering Them with a permanence and livelihood That’s ugly to me. It’s not a shameful act, but it has a perverse Incongruity – Freedom through a degrading sense. Breadth at the expense of focus. If ever there were a theme of my life, This is it.
Philessatry 