A sand grain *.
A crystal shard.
Striated, revolving,
Just left of centre and sharper than my uncorrected vision can manage at that apparent distance,
Forward diagonals surmounted by gliding black triangles.
An etch-a-sketch beagle with big eyes looking left.
A flock of geometric birds takes off.
A glider from Conway's game of life.
A pile of glittering, flapping, open boxes.
A paint-by-numbers diesel electric engine.
Elmer the elephant in triangular patchwork.
The top half of a head, spiky hair down to flashing eyes.
A puffer fish (puffing)!
Fractal jelly-fish seen through rippled water?
Blurred, fringed centre with throbbing peripherals.
Two years since the previous attack of this painless visual disturbance which comes, never-the-less, from the seat of all migraines, the stomach. I can attribute this episode fairly directly to some luncheon falafels - I had the same meal on Monday and it stopped my digestion from working for the afternoon.
Outside; darkening and around 4 Celsius. Half a mile relaxed walk banishes the remains.
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