Surely, contact lens are a form of hazing.

“Here, get your fingers slick with contact solution, then hold your teary eyelids open while driving a foreign object directly at your eyeball… no! — don’t blink!!”

Watched the penultimate episode of Station Eleven last night. The loneliness and loss is devastating. It probably doesn’t help that I’m also halfway through The Great Influenza and we’re all an indeterminate way through a real pandemic.