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Boo Thang.


Helena Almeida

(via asylum-art)

My heart.


Miranda Meeks

Robert Doisneau

Les lilas de Ménilmontant, Paris, 1956


(Source: luzfosca, via rebelbabekid)

Lenses that Divide the Unfamiliar.

Today I was able to sit in on a cataract operation. I sat awkwardly on a chair with scrubs too big for my own limbs. I was present as an observer, an alien to the room and a translator of sorts.

The nurse approached me from behind and whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I reacted with great zeal to all the nothings of what she described.

Actually, that’s a lie. She mentioned that they will be removing the bad lens with an artificial one to help the patient see more clearly and walked away laughing at me because I was startled by her.

Go figure.

As I observed on the projected screen, the vacuuming and removal of the cataract; a thought occurred. The surgery itself was beautiful. It required precision and intricate movements within and around the eye. I sat with my head titled, my own eyes transfixed on the operation. I thought to myself, ‘This Doctor is giving this patient the gift of sight again. How amazing is that?’ But, what fascinated me was the idea of being able to replace a lens that had been clouded with an artificial lens that helps us to see more clearly.

What if we could replace our figurative lens as easily as a 15 minute eye operation?

What if I could replace my family’s gay hating lens with ones that are less ignorant? Lenses that tries to understand difference rather than lenses that divide the unfamiliar.

Life would be made wouldn’t it?


Nepali girl.
Her eye tells so many stories.