as the years went by, there was never less to see. 

if only i had a fish-eye lens for eyes or a gazing globe from an ordinary garden. 

even a single, simple glass of water collects a wider view than my eyes can manage but theses reflected or refracted microcosms are illusionary geographies containing details both distorted and intangible.
a cooler eye- no matter how narrow its range- would neutralize this chaos.

 there is too much to consider; and to make things harder, too much occurs in living color.



                                                                                                     rosamund purcell,
                                                                                                     owl's head,
                                                                                                     on the nature of lost things.