to have an eye for detail is both a curse and a blessing.

to have an eye for detail gives you insight into many things, good and bad, with a sense of precision that feels as natural as breathing and as unnatural as machinery. your brain will need to be honed and calibrated over many years, and will never cease to self-correct and learn until disease or death breaks the mighty, intricate gears.

to have an eye for detail condemns you to see All Things. you’ll notice the little puff of dog hairs along the baseboards from 20 feet away, you’ll notice the lovenote doodle drawn by an unexpected person, you’ll notice the very day one set of kitchen knives are packed away, like a lost privilege. you’ll notice the grime under the shampoo bottles, the amount of junk in the roof gutters, the little grey hairs cropping up on your 4 year old dog’s face. you’ll notice the smallest bud of green at the node indicating small life. you’ll note the amount of dust (or lack thereof) around the pale colored sink. you’ll find joy in the craftsmanship of old furniture and cast iron from centuries ago, and despair in the cracked particle board of the present.

you can never not See it.

the devil is in the detail, my friend, and he’s certainly been quite busy.