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The Sun Magazine

Editor's Note

Editor's Note

My eyeglasses broke last week and for three days, while waiting for new ones, I had to wear my sunglasses.

I’ve worn eyeglasses since I was eleven — I’m too nearsighted to do much without them — but rarely sunglasses, preferring the glare to the lie. Yet for three days I looked and felt like someone on drugs, narcotized to harsh extremes, safe from the light: I hated it.

Editor’s Note

After living at the office for a year and a half, I’m moving to a house of my own, with a yard instead of a parking lot, a kitchen instead of a hotplate, a life apart from this editor’s life, with its office rhythms and office smells, its on-call jangle, its coarse downtown grain.