Stars on the Ceiling
When my vision deteriorated to the point I could no longer see the stars, I stuck some glow-in-the-darks on the ceiling and made my own.
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This cage that is my mind... The noise and splattered colors that is my reality... What good is it all if no one can see what I see, feel what I feel, in here... You want to escape but not into that world out there.
Caratacus by Dirk Ehlert (@DETUNEde)
Childhood's End by Arthur C. Clarke