Chapter 1 

I never felt my eyes damaged or changed by the swift movement of my body, apparently rushing out into space. But those eyes were like the lenses of Mount Hamilton. Or in the Hawaiian Islands. They zoomed right down on the most meticulous detail of life. Images were cast up and away like refuse and they would blow by me at amazing speed, almost alive I thought as though they had a shred of consciousness and knew their new destination. I could see them coming at me and then a sensation went through me as the flushed images seemed to merge and pass through as though I were a mote or shadow.

I did enjoy watching the global pratfalls and silent comedies played out daily on the planet that I had once belonged to. Grimaces driving freeways, averted distrusting eyes on elevators, bums pissing in gutters along beautiful city avenues, the wonderful poor fixing their next meal on hibachi’s in some Asian monstrosity, housewives smelling husbands shirts for a hint of indiscretion, Hollywood star masturbating in front of TV while alternating between tears and laughter, an old woman who can’t read does the crossword puzzle all day and night, oh on and on it went. The Earth was now a spinning thing, almost a song the way it rotated in the lustrous black surrounding it, the cool white caps like to keep the thing holding together although science told me it was a different property.

David Eide
January 24, 2014