When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal. I was terrified, alone in that darkness. Slowly daylight crept in through the bandages, and I could see, but something else had changed inside of me. That day I had my first headache.

Spooky

I love the emotional transference and the style, makes me feel and dig into my thoughts

This reminds me of someone who started taking pictures of everything around her as soon as she started to forget things. Eyes can‘t see in the dark, just as the mind can’t see inside a void.

Emotional relief

contemplating after one two many (or just enough?) espressos or joints

there is a world inside us

Lots of efforts to remember- is it a good thing to forget?

Perception of the undefinable metaphysical universe.

As time unfolds, our inner eyes gain the clarity to take a closer look at our memories. The passing of time enables you to rebuild, to reinterpret your truth.

cant really write it in a "poetic" way but wuahh! i really like it!

it brought to mind Luis Buñuel’s 1929 piece, An Andalusian Dog.

Memories unfolding in my mind. Deception. Creation. Vision. You. Me. Explosion. I love you.

My mind wandered to the album cover of bauhaus’ single bela lugosi’s dead… something with the eye staring back at you and confronting you is troublesome