I'm lying in the long grass of my grandparents' back garden, my cheek pressed to the earth, practising my winking. I am an early winker. I find myself shocked by the difference in the two worlds that I now observe, the one through my left eye, the other through my right. At first this contrast seems like an angle affected change, but then I notice that in both views I can see some of the same blades of grass, some of the same ants. And yet in colour, in brightness and in tone they are profoundly different.
My eyes are all fucked up, I accurately conclude.