Oct
15
Of course I changed my name. I could feel their eyes, always! Worrying, warning, pushing, insisting. Right along the back of my neck, above the buttons. I had to take steps. They cannot see what I have written, I have concealed it in code. And now I assume the same protection for myself; I have gone underground in plain sight.
It is so much better, immediately. Avoiding their eyes has extended my own. Like that strange fish known as the anableps, my top eyes are calm, placid, as am I, seemingly; my disguise is complete. But my bottom eyes - those belong to a different animal: dark, urgent. Full of risk and error. Hidden in the undercurrents, I see, but am not seen.
