[Myopia]

We look out the window and see brown geometry, mortar and asphalt. Without thinking, we reach to answer the ring in our ear. Blink twice for clarity. Behind us, beyond the plate-glass, the day dissolves into black without so much as a hiss to let us know the air is escaping. We stare at bright screens as our retinas fray. We wonder where all the words went. Where all the worlds went. How things once so easy can now be so infuriating. How pronouns can be abused so carelessly. Why distance turns us all into fools.