Oh thank God!
So what happened?
Well... I—I mean, the basic thing that happened is that I woke up today and my vision was, ummm, askew? I guess. But of course it's not happening now.
Well—okay, not like, out of focus—
Were things brighter or darker than norm—
No, no nothing to do with the brightne—
No. Hang on—umm, okay, I can't think of any other way to describe it, but... it's like my vision is out of... frame.
Well I don't see any evidence of premature cataracts—
I know. That's not what it is.
Maybe it's your prescription.
It's not my fucking prescription.
I'm sorry. I'm just... ummmm—
Well, how about things like your balance? Are you feeling clumsy? Off-kilter? Have you been bumping into things?
No... it's like... I can see where everything is but... it's just, like, really, like it missed a sprocket or something... but it's fine now. But as soon as I woke up there was just this, like... empty part of my sight—
You know without film the movies don't even go on sprockets anymore. They actually come on big hard-drives now. My son was working at a movie theater when he was in college when they had to do this big switch over, it was neat, I thought—
You know what? I think I'll be okay—I'm gonna... I'll just go see the receptionist.
But it wasn't okay. Everyone knows that here in the US we don't go see doctors unless something is about two steps from completely fucked, so that he was at the doctor that very day—actually within two hours of waking—meant that he was very disturbed. And I can't describe it to you any better than he did up there, his vision had just been sort of... moved. And with it there was an entire area of just what he assumed was negative space, a whole, very thin scalene triangle in the bottom right corner of his vision, except in the case of poorly placed film, the negative space was not blinding white light direct from the projector's bulb, it had that sort of nebulous quality of shaped colors, or colored shapes that occur when you close your eyes for a long time and begin to see the movement in the darkness, that was what filled the small triangle of his seemingly mis-spooled vision... except now that he wasn't in his house and had made the appointment with the doctor, and had paid money to have it looked at it wasn't there.