Phase the Eighth: I went to London for the first time with my family when I was 11. My sister hadn’t gotten glasses yet, and we found out when we got home that Big Ben was just a blur to her. We returned to London a few years later, and she said, “Wow!”
What
We
See
Is
Not
Real
It
Is
Like
Kant’s
Theory
Or
Pluto’s
Cave
There
Is
A
Screen
Door
A
Pair
Of
Raybans
A
Silver
Smoky
Haze
A
Drunken
Stupor
Separating
You
From
You
From
You
Or
Maybe
It
Is
Just
In
The
Fact
That
You
Can
Touch
Someone
And
Not
Feel
A
Thing
Not
A
Tingle
Twitch
Tickle
And
So
You
Wonder
Where
The
World
Is
And
Who
You
Are
In
It
And
If
It
Is
Real.
