Binoculars are a bit of magic. A few pieces of clear, simple glass set in tubes, yet, they allow us to make the distant feel infinitely closer. What happens when you turn them inward? Do you like what you see? Does the real you, rushing into near focus, make you happy? Or, is that sight unrecognizable, foreign, parasitic? Maybe it is benign and you see just the same you that see every day and bores you to tears. So many deny their authentic lives. So many hide it, even from themselves. Masks are for more than Halloween, you know.
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