An Alien Unseen

“I have lost the ability to see them,” he said, "I once saw them in the sky at night, but I see them now as stereotypical images from a thousand science fiction comics.” I shrugged, secretly pitying him. He did not now believe his own eyes. His blind brain was busily denying what could be see. For years I had struggled to make contact with his race but they only saw this face mask, painted by a fluctuating light-wave from a million light years away. I still hoped that one day he would open his alien eyes, and see himself as I do.