Everything I look at looks like borzoi. I look at a log and the stupid little dog is looking back at me, taunting me. When I close my eyes to sleep I see the space beans mocking me. I look at a mailbox, there it is. I look at a paper clip, it's right there. I can't escape it. Save me from this pain. My eyes are cursed by the deepest, darkest magic of Creation and I can't find a way to escape this endless suffering.