Disposable Contact lenses - are we scum?. Are we alive, dead, cheap, sold, bought, traded - are we worth anything?. This is my question. I came from a Contact Lense Factory in Southern China. My mother, who happened to be a VERY high quality lense was used to make the prototype for 5 million disposables, just like me. My father(who happened to be a completely out of focus drunk) named me Godot at an early age.He died a short time later, which was no loss, as he was completely useless at anything. He liked to sit in the Kontakt lense factory, smoking old cuban cigars and watching the Bifocals perform Samuel Beckett plays: He thought it might be an ingenius idea to name me Godot. (It was not)
I am now waiting to board a ship for America, where my new owner 'Super Drug' will sell me off for 5 dollars more than they paid for me. One minute I am tired, the next I am steamed up - the next I am reminded that all I am is just a pair of disposable Contact Lenses. It is a hard life. Out of focus and out of luck. The ship leaves the port without any care for my suffering.
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Friday, 28 November 2008
I WAS BORN A CHEAP CONTACT LENSE - OUT OF FOCUS
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