9:13, Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn’t know if my eyes would ever heal. I was terrified, alone in that darkness. Slowly daylight crept in through the bandages, and I could see, but something else had changed inside of me. That day I had my first headache.

THEN STOP TELLING ME TO NOT DO IT.

It’s a self-correcting problem, but maybe not in the way you want.

I did it. Fortunatelly only with one eye and also blocking the view of everything but the sun with my hands. So now I have a second blind spot in centre of my eye, but the brain fills it and I dont even notice.

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But mama, that’s where the fun is.

“I don’t get what the big deal is. I stare at the sun every day.”