Freaky Optical Illusion
May. 11th, 2010 11:27 amOn my desk is a little crumb-covered plate which once held the bagel I had for breakfast. I just cleared one of my long hairs from it. Immediately afterwards, I was staring vacantly in the direction of this plate, pondering the novel I'm working on. Suddenly, I saw the hair I'd just cleared away. Then it vanished. My heart raced. WTF? Was I seeing through time? I stared again, more intently. It happened again. Just a flash. A thin, dark line looping over the edge of the plate.
A third time, and I figured it out.
Right beside the plate is a tiny plastic cup which hold the tiny elastic bands I tie my braids with. It's clear plastic, but the rim is viewed edge-on, and looks white against the dark brown of my desk. The hair I saw was an afterimage of that white line, seen as my eyes twitched naturally.
I like these moments. They give me material for when I have to write characters' "What the hell is going on?!?" moments.
Speaking of which...what the hell is that scratching outside my second story window?
A third time, and I figured it out.
Right beside the plate is a tiny plastic cup which hold the tiny elastic bands I tie my braids with. It's clear plastic, but the rim is viewed edge-on, and looks white against the dark brown of my desk. The hair I saw was an afterimage of that white line, seen as my eyes twitched naturally.
I like these moments. They give me material for when I have to write characters' "What the hell is going on?!?" moments.
Speaking of which...what the hell is that scratching outside my second story window?
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Date: 2010-05-11 07:31 pm (UTC)Probably
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