As I was walking from the library to my car, I noticed a really nice house for the first time. It was an odd occurrence because I must have walked by it about a hundred times, but only today did I realize it was there. The funny thing about it is that it’s situated next to an apartment building that I almost always look at, for whatever reason. It’s weird to think that, at least for me, there are things that my brain decides to see or not see on a daily basis.
I wonder what else I’m missing.
René Magritte, La Condition Humaine, 1933
The Long-Winded Librarian 