Two pictures. One is the Helix nebula. One is your retina. Swirls of color, both beautiful. Both previously invisible. One, so far away our eyes alone could never discern it. One, so close, so intimate to the seeing process itself, yet not the object of our sight.
Each eye, a little universe.
I saw my retinas yesterday. Mine have black threads woven throughout my patchwork of green and red. Lots of black. The black threads are places my retina has a "vitreous detachment," or small tear in the retina. The "tear allows vitreous fluid to seep through the retina, and peel it away like a bubble in wallpaper." Imagining my eye as bubbling wallpaper is not very comforting Wikipedia. Still, much less comforting, my odds. My myopic sight, with my long eyeballs, puts me at far greater risk for retinal tears and blindness.
Each eye, a little universe.
I saw my retinas yesterday. Mine have black threads woven throughout my patchwork of green and red. Lots of black. The black threads are places my retina has a "vitreous detachment," or small tear in the retina. The "tear allows vitreous fluid to seep through the retina, and peel it away like a bubble in wallpaper." Imagining my eye as bubbling wallpaper is not very comforting Wikipedia. Still, much less comforting, my odds. My myopic sight, with my long eyeballs, puts me at far greater risk for retinal tears and blindness.
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