Saturday, 1 December 2007
There is a pair of tweezers. The tweezers are in my hand which floats near my left eye as you look at me. You are not looking at me. Left eye as you look at it. I am tearing out eyelashes. It hurts. We don't do things because they are easy. The light flashes from the sun to my tweezer into my eye. My eyes are bald.