'When the visions begin, I reach for my µατι. Gripping tight, I feel the glass eye heat in my hand. The pupil marks a dot in my palm as jagged edges of light shimmer across my eyes. I’m not enough of a believer to think that the µατι fully protects me as I am awash with illness, but holding on to something in this moment where the world feels light and wispy is a comfort I cannot bear to part with.' (Introduction)