“When you look at the sky, what do you see?”
“Blue. Clouds.”
“I see blue, but I see it as millions, billions of tiny points of light. If I look at anything in a sort of unfocused way, that’s what I see. Even the night sky.”
“That’s kind of weird.”
“It’s called photosensitivity. For some reason, I can’t stand fluorescent lights. They give me anxiety.”
“Hmmm.”
“So like when I look at things and see these tiny points of light, I’m consciously aware that what I’m ‘seeing’ is really just my brain’s interpretation of things. Cones and rods and shit.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
