Hello Charles Bonnet’s grandad

Dust in the sunlight shaft and rain through halogen street night light are pedestrian compared to creeping spiders and tiny translucent fairies. In my periphery . Snowflakes in the summer time and shooting stars with my eyes closed. Bats overhead and swirling swirling skies like Vincent was my brother. Dust in the sunlight shaft and rain through halogen street night light are nothing but first memories. Purely visual yet warped by a phantasmic eye. Blurring of fact and fiction, inside coming out, outside coming in.

But I can see.

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