Chapter 10 · free to read
Eighth dawn. He would not skip it. He has not skipped it since before I was born.
If the glass counts living eyes, then a lens is a blindfold that can still see.
Through cloth: nothing. Through film: nothing. Through a living eye, even for one breath: one step.
A machine with no eyes, holding the watch so that nothing living had to.
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