Untitled #57 / Without My Glasses
I used to think I couldn’t see
without my glasses. But the world
needs not always be so crisp. Sometimes,
it’s best to see only the fuzzy forms,
the general essence, the world as an Impressionist.
Otherwise, the detail would drive us mad.
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
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