Glasses

When I am not wear­ing my glasses, I can’t see well enough to find my glasses. This little Catch 22 gets me every so often, if I forget to put my glasses in their case before going to bed. Most of the time, they turn out to be on the bath­room shelf, or on top of the radio. Today, after half an hour of search­ing, I gave up and resigned myself to stum­bling out to get the Sunday papers half-​blind. That’s when I found them:

Funny how the mind skews the def­i­n­i­tion of ‘a safe place’ after a night on the tiles.

Posted at 1pm on 08/06/03 by Jack Mottram to the misc., photographs category.
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