Without his glasses, Arthur couldn't read the street signs unless he was standing directly beneath them. Facial expressions from across a dinner table were a guessing game of blurred shadows. Yet, Arthur refused to see his blurry world as a curse. Instead, he treated it as a unique superpower. 🎨 Seeing Life as an Impressionist Masterpiece
He couldn’t see the wrinkles of worry or the harsh lines of judgment on people's faces. To Arthur, everyone looked perpetually youthful and soft. Without his glasses, Arthur couldn't read the street
He could see the intricate patterns in the eyes of the strangers walking past him. Without his glasses
He could read the menu of the bakery from all the way across the square. Without his glasses, Arthur couldn't read the street