having recently spent like, $311 on new spectacles, which the shopgirl (“frame consultant”) assured me were *very* fashionable and just what everyone was wearing in paris at the moment, and which ironically made me want them less, and which obviously in the end didn’t matter because I got them anyway… i was kinda hoping that my level of blindness would stabilise for a while. and i think it did. but this week, with noise kicking in for the year, and print deadlines growling, baring fangs and schwiping claws at me from every direction, i feel helpless against the pulled-tight eye muscles that reward me at the end of each day. living in soft focus isn’t quite as romantic as it sounds.