I had come to research how this post-apartheid city was being transformed as it attempted to shed or redevelop the material infrastructure of its segregated past. I dreamed this eye-correcting dream one night in 2016 while living in Johannesburg, South Africa. I was told I could now see things more clearly. When it was complete, my eye looked the same, but I could feel that something had changed. Instead, I seemed to anticipate the conversion. The transformation was unsettling but not painful nor frightening. As the machine slowly made my eye mechanical, the eye became the central image of the dream. I watched it being corrected by the device’s many small arms that manoeuvred tiny tools. As I put my face up to the machine, my right eye was seized. Inside the ruins, a single machine still worked: a device that could diagnose and fix whatever was wrong with your eyes.
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