When the last space probes vanish into the Moon and leave only a trail of snow-white dust, a solitary eye drop drifts to the surface and lands on the eye in a faint, surreal echo. The Moon, quilted with scrapped memories, reveals disappointments in a mosaic of cratered shadows. Some drops escape the orbit and wander outside the orb, prompting a quiet correction to regain balance. A blink scatters the residue, a stance is raised, and the window is peered through with a calm, almost clinical curiosity. Night has wrapped the scene in velvet, and the Moon seems almost within reach. Years earlier, that same observer found solace behind a home telescope, yet the stubborn, desolate craters now wear thin on the nerves. The street outside remains quiet, a rare lull in the usual traffic. An occasional doorbell camera offers a peek into the interior, and a passerby can appear suddenly, a gray silhouette crossing the frame, unremarkable yet mysteriously present.
Observation evolves into voyeurism, and appearance becomes a lens for understanding. The mind wanders through scope and sight, discovering pleasure in the act of looking at oranges, or a jewelry store window, or a fruit stand, or a rainbow. Food seems to begin its journey not in the mouth but in the eyes, a curious transference of sensation. Television, a machine of abundance, frames a universe of observable objects. The kitchen’s ceramic, though simple, carries artistic charm that thrives in stillness unless moved by the viewer. Las Meninas shines on the wall, while the caretaker of the Velázquez room at the Prado curates the piece to its peak. When the viewer returns home, the act of turning on the television becomes a ritual that lets imagery pass before the eyes rather than the eyes seeking the images.
Television mirrors pornography in the ceaseless dance of colors, a procession of movement that entrains the retina more than the stated theme. The appetite lies in motion more than meaning, and the eye seeks the sensation of change as a source of pleasure. This reflection arises from the simple, daily ritual involving eye drops that keep the vitreous humor properly formed. When the vitreous is unsettled, floaters emerge, flitting like tiny probes that brush the interior of the eye and remind the observer of the Moon’s own fragments. A drop of ink, spilling across a sentence, becomes a moment of unintended consequence. Nearby, two figures descended from a sixth floor and disappeared into an inner courtyard in Oviedo just days ago, a stark reminder of fragility and chance. The drops fall and land with a quiet precision, marking a new point of focus and a renewed sense of seeing this world with steadier eyes [Citation: Observational essay on perception and sight].
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