parallelhood

Neither exotropia or esotropia....parallel sight, eyes looking toward the same direction at the same time. Ode to all strabic people. Ode ode ode! 3-D movies will never be 3-D movies to us, but movies with overlapping colours at the borders of images, of silhouettes...colours with nothing to do with the figures, actors, animals, whatevers... wearing or not the magical glasses. Nothing floating on the air, seemingly between a screen and ourselves. Aesthetically, exotropia is beautiful (at least for me), but i was given, by luck or who-knows-what was given the uglier-modality of strabismus to share its life with me (eye-surgery wasn't effective enough but together with glasses it hardly becomes apparent)...in my opinion. But metaphorically esotropia is the best one....esotropic vs. parallel things in life? uhm....i prefer things suffering from esotropia...coincidence, people finding links between each other, meeting points. Maybe my esotropia trascends its physical condition and becomes part of my nature. Here i am, following coincidences, waiting at them at unexpected places, some kind of wish to be unreal, like wanting to be in black and white or out of time, sometimes, to meet other realities. Beeing parallel might not bring many interesting things into life. Like the beloved one behind a glass...lovers walking parallel along an infinite wall of glass...and never meeting. Convergence required...for most important things in life. May metaphorical esotropia be praised.

image above: GARCÍA SANTESMASES, J. Física General . 1968.