For a while, something didn’t feel right. Everything was far away, real life a poor photocopy of the original. Ink lines from a faulty cartridge. Smudges from a dirty scanner.

I tripped coming up the steps to class. I nearly fell over my desk.

Now, I feel fine, perfectly whole and undamaged. The ‘girl’ sitting in front of me is an ogreish Freida Kahlo. Her mockery of anything even vaguely resembling beauty is really fucking distracting.

Okay, so I’m still having some problems focusing.

Before now I was reading. I think it took me too long to pull myself out of a literary trance. Putting on sunglasses probably didn’t help. But would being sunblind make me any less likely to trip?

Ugh, class is starting.