Optical Reclusion Written by Meghan Rennie I see eyes where there are no eyes: in the pits of fruits, in the centres of flowers, in the hinges and knobs of appliances. In abstract patterns and pictures of nature. In corners and in secrets.  I see eyes inside of myself, eyes watching what my eyes watch. Me, watching myself, committing a sin and then confessing, absolving it in one efficient motion, expunging my experience as it comes to me. I’m assessing myself and learning, learning nothing, understanding nothing, my eyes unfocusing and sliding off the page, tumbling like a body, dead before it hits the ground. I try to catch my…