I am full of albinism, my albino-information tank is topped off and I am ready to report. I have to. I can't wait till Monday, it'd be like taking a road trip for the weekend and having your mom say "hold it" for 2 days straight.
-some say Noah was albino
-there are over 90 mutations in the gene that can lead to albinism
-rarely do albinos have red eyes (most are blue, some violet or light brown)...
-but all albinos have vision problems due to reduced melanin in their eyes, so their iris' (the colored part) can't block out light, meaning both the pupil and the iris soak up light so they can't process it...
-I have normal vision, ergo I am not albino
I think I'll be ok till Monday. If only I find a computer that lets me do power point.
How is it some things captivate us so--literally inhale our minds till we find ourselves stuck in the gut of this beast of a fascination...Sometimes that is how I feel about Willits. Not that it is only a fascination, but it is a black hole home, sucking me into its familiar hills and greenness and people, always pulling me down its throat while I am away until the day I come home, and that day it convinces me that its heart is really my heart, that its depths are not what I swim in but what I consist of. Delusions of grandeur, rose colored glasses, I am still aware Willits is not so grand as all that but perhaps but home is. Home is where the heart is, as they say... and this home I idealize as Willits is really because I haven't seen my real Home yet. I can't picture all it will be like, so for now Willits can fill in some color, and I will realize that Home is waiting and is every bit as ideal as my heart believes.
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