Glasses.
I had laser surgery once, years ago. It fixed my eyes, vision wise anyway. I remember delicately putting my glasses safely on a ledge in the room that stored that big monster machine with the lasers that would momentarily sculpt my eyes into perfect light focusing devices. It takes all of 10 minutes from start to finish and, voila, focused sight without assistance. I remember getting up out of that chair and picking up my glasses and focusing on how they had become some useless lump in my hand where only moments before they were precious and necessary. It was odd.
The owner of the glasses in this picture died last week. He made the decision to die. He was in hospital hooked up to a machine, cognizant, and when asked if he wanted to stay on life support he said, "no." And that was that.
Not many of us have the luxury of making that decision. I don't know if that's a position of envy or not. These were his glasses. I'm not sure what they are now.
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