Seeing Temporal Traces

For anyone ever frustrated with the need to constantly clean eye glasses this rings particularly true.

and I will not touch them, I hide in eaves, stay in the lookout
tower with my brass telescope, the past smudged on its lens

“Pleasure Garden”
Sally Wen Mao
in The Adroit Journal 35

… tracing temporal seeing.

And so for day 2912

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