I took off my glasses, and everything became a blur. Anything beyond three feet in front of me was indistinguishable. Faraway buildings disappeared, their figures bleeding into the dark sky. Streetlights turned into opaque diamonds of light. All that was left was a wonderland of dancing lights.
The sight didn’t make me nauseous. It was soothing not to worry about what was in front of me. To interpret what I saw, whether or not I wanted to. Who was looking at me. In this distorted world, I could care less. I could deny them the attention they wanted.
It gave me power over them, these glasses. In a world that demanded concessions from the different. We had to surrender our sight to them. There was no choice, in order to fit in. To get what one wanted.
Of course, they had to surrender their sight as well. But in that trade, they got what they wanted out of me, then left me behind. Had I given them my sight, I would have completely lost.
In front of me, out walked a cloud of darkness. I didn’t bother to squint to see what it was. I stopped to let it pass; which it did. I gave no further thought.
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. If that’s the case, then my soul has already been tarnished by their foul desires. They peer in and tell me how the world should be, never asking me how I wanted it to be. How we wanted it to be.
Fortunately, I am not alone. There are others like me, whose vision wished to be left untouched. We did not know of each other. Our nature kept us so. But to the few of us that were aware that there were others, it was a promising sign. That there was still those of us who could challenge the world so that they would see things our way for once.