I got new glasses about a week ago, and I have been marveling at the clarity of my vision ever since. The world has at last regained its sharpness and shed its gauzy mantle. You're supposed to get your eyes checked once a year, but I had put it off for more than five. In that time, I saw distant lands, hundreds of plays, the faces of my niece and nephew for the first time--to say nothing of the faces of the Mona Lisa and Ryan Gosling--and none of them were in proper focus. I mean, I literally let life pass me by in a blur.
What a shame.
ELSEWHERE:
My review of Griffin Theatre Company's Punk Rock is in this week's Time Out Chicago.
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