Seeing the world through attachments. There are no true images possible to be seen—they are too unreliable, too broad, too vast to comprehend in all the variations and forms they take.
I only see solace in words and their denotative meaning. This lamp on the street has a visual base with hundreds of blocks spelling "l-a-m-p" holding up its form, embellished and glued together with its descriptors—I see "r-u-s-t" interspersed throughout its entire frame, I see "b-a-s-e" where it meets the "f-l-o-o-r", which pulses between states of "p-a-v-e-m-e-n-t" and if you look closer, "t-i-l-e", with a blob of what looks like "c-h-e-w-i-n-g-g-u-m" covered in "d-r-y", and "c-r-u-s-t", for some reason.
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