moving forward

I have been thinking that I need to get a new prescription for my glasses, as occasionally I get eye strain and I have a harder time seeing things from far away. But it does create some valuable hallucinations. The other day at the café, I was staring out of the window onto the apartment building across the street--as I so often do, instead of reading--and in the second floor window, I saw what looked like a coiled sheet maybe, swirling in a continuous, perpetual motion. Then, after more squinting and staring I saw it was not a solid rolled up sheet, but two arms joined with the palms pressed together, as if they were a ritual, or maybe as if I were seeing the arms of two people dancing together, arms circling symmetrically to the beat of the song playing in the café--a bangra song, the one everyone knows, the one Jay-Z sampled.

I giggled at that coincidence until, after more squinting and staring, I saw a flash of white in the joined hands and realized it was a rag, circling as it cleaned the mirror on the mantlepiece, with a man rubbing the rag against the mirror.

See? As the vision clarifies, it becomes much less interesting.

Netflixed
Everything is Illuminated
Perhaps it's a bit early to give this movie a glowing review, as I have seen only about 10 minutes of it, but I love it. I find the "translatese" to be an endlessly hysterical gimmick: "officious seeing eye bitch" for seeing eye dog.
Update: it turned out to be very sad and beautiful without being maudlin.