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Ian Rose

Day 3 and hanging tough. This is who I am and what I talk about now. Grasses and glasses. And also vultures. Always vultures.
#eyegrasses

I will never ever shut up about this, ever. A faded green blade of grass, dried but no less vital, is tied around and through the screw hole in a pair of glasses, holding the lens securely and keeping a working writer able to see.
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Ian Rose

#eyegrasses Day 4 update

(To be read in the voice of German filmmaker Werner Hertzog)

At first, I found the blade of grass to be a simple solution to a problem. A satisfying answer to a question asked by circumstance. Then it became, I admit, something of an amusement. That was a fool's error. Now it is not me who laughs at the grass, but the grass which laughs cruelly at me. It sees me, and by extension all of humanity, stripped of our modern contrivances, naked before it, and it mocks us.

Yup, I'm still on my blade of grass in the glasses screw hole bullshit. The picture is of that, a blade of grass used instead of a screw, just as it will be every day until it breaks or I do.
Ian Rose

The end of an era. On September 24, I used a blade of fresh grass to temporarily mend my glasses after one of the screws fell out in a hay field. I just hoped it would last the day.

Today, 39 days later, it finally started to slip, and I put a metal screw back into the hole. Thank you, blade of grass. You served me incredibly well. Amazing stuff, grass.

#eyegrasses #AllGoodThings

A piece of very dry grass barely holding a pair of glasses together, after over a month of serving that task.
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