Aperture

The air is soft at midnight (that's an as-yet-to-be-written Mary Higgins Clark, eh?), even the unromantic and ragged arborvitae look grainy and delectable and there I am smacking my forehead and grinning. The girl was wearing a BLUE dress. And it was FLOUNCY and full-skirted. This being 1956 or some other such frivolous year, it didn't seem important at the time. But there was also cabinet of curios, which finally led to the obvious conclusion, slow in coming, but inescapable once apprehended, that vision is just a series of small openings: irises, key holes, eyelids, rabbit holes, peep holes (the pehpole we see though (them), snicker). These are the means we use to walk though walls, doors, tesseracts and the like. For this fable and also Little Red Riding Hood, thanks, delightfully creepy man.