Work Text:
Seeing things makes me feel like I'm watching very closely through the eyes of another, as if they would move away at any moment, turn their head and I would not feel it because this is not my body. What I see is that they see and yet they are me but am I they? If I flex my hand will they feel it or will they not? Look at something as though it is a painting and know that if I stopped right here right now at this moment that painting can be touched and felt smelled and loved, because that is not a painting, but a true thing. It feels as though it is a painting because I am feeling as though I am seeing through the eyes of another, and not seeing through the eyes of me.