I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
Flashing Dots Print (60x80 cm)
So imagine the space within the white dots, only with that indirect shadow you also see the shadow vibrate and slightly radiate. This is what reading on a normal page is like for me. Spaces between words vibrate and shadow in a flicker like a bulb about to go out.
This is why I never read. And why I hate bright lights.