Burning Eyeball: A New Wisconsinite’s Observations of His Adopted State
There came a point in the five minutes with my eyeball under a steady stream of water attempting to flush out the oil that was making me familiar with what a minor level of hell feels like where my body accepted this as my new normal. I would forever be stuck with my head in a sink, my sight restricted to a big light blur, speaking to the disembodied voice of my friend behind me.
Since I am not dictating this post from a sink, let’s back up. […]