Text in image reads: Two eyes alone, these are two eyes alone. I'm saying this to convince myself. I don't know which one to believe, they follow no formula. Sometimes the right, sometimes the left, sometimes both of them lie, what to do, what to do. I open my eyes and they are closed. I open them and they separate, they overlap, they do not care. They see past, they see present. They won't let me know. I reach for an object and it is a memory, coming out empty handed. I see a choice, but one fades as I grasp it, the other disappears while I grasp, empty handed. I no longer grasp, I am wrong too many times. I watch them, They are both real until I grasp. I watch them, they are real.