I Saw Eyes

Slaughterhouse Five (Kurt Vonnegut) was very good. It was interesting, in that the text is structured so as to expect a response of hilarity when the reader is confronted with tragedy after tragedy, absurdity after absurdity. It is a funny book if you do so.

But, you can also take the book "at face value" - the humor is implicit, not explicit. If you ignore the humor, it is an immensely sad book. Many things it says are true. You are supposed to laugh at these, but you don't have to. You can cry, or stare.

It's about war. (There is very little fighting in it, despite that main theme.)

It is also about mental illness, I think. (But perhaps I am reading into it.)

I do wonder what it would be like to experience a full psychotic break. I've seen things I knew weren't there: all related to eyes. Shrug. Eyes sprouting from the legs of a chair to stare at me. Eyes in the horrible animals on a wall hanging. My own eyes in the mirror, white. My girlfriend, gazing hungrily at me with too many eyes. (That last one was during my first panic attack.)

Yeah, I dunno, either. Pretty sure it doesn't count as psychosis since in all examples I was aware that what I was seeing wasn't real.
I still saw.

Freud or Jung probably have something to say about eyes, haha.

Soundtrack for my today by Keosz. "AVA" is beautifully desolate guitar-driven dark ambient. I believe the premise involves the transfer of consciousness to digital perpetuity, but it's instrumental music, so any understanding beyond the song titles is implicit rather than explicit. You can listen through the whole thing without any indication of meaning. For music, it is sometimes better that way.