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  • For some reason the photo came out very blurred. But I couldn't bring myself to delete the mistake as there was something about it I still liked very much, although for the longest time I couldn't put my finger on why I felt so attached to it.

    Then one day this week, looking at it again, I realised. This is how I see things without my contact lenses in.

    I always feel very vulnerable because of the extent of my short-sightedness. I never wear glasses, always lenses, and would never normally look upon the streets of London in a defenceless state of impaired vision. And yet it is my naked way of seeing and, in a place of safety, is familiar and natural to me to view things this way.

    Now here in this photo was a familiar street, where I walk, where I meet friends and go out, I know it like the back of my hand, but I'd never seen it as me, without the 'artificial eyes'. I look at this photo and it feels somehow comforting to see this street blurry. It makes me feel calm. This photograph had given me, not a picture of a street, but a new and not unpleasant experience of a much loved old haunt.

    And that is something priceless.
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