I knew what to expect. Both of my parents had experienced retinal detachments, so I was terrified but prepared. The warning signs sounded vague: "Be wary of sudden bright flashes or arcs of light," doctors told me. In reality, it was more like hot white blaster fire ricocheting off the hull of an Imperial light cruiser. "Be wary of any new 'floaters,' " they said. When the floaters came, they were like black, stringy Dementors descending unexpectedly over my field of vision. I've always seen the world through this perspective—everything filtered through what I watched, heard, read, and loved. But consuming pop culture like the world was ending when it actually was wasn't so much fun. |
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