Hurley

found the glass eye on one of his merchandise tables when he was breaking down his tent after a flea market.

The prosthetic was cold to the touch and heavier than it appeared. It was more oblong in shape than round.

Where it had come from, Hurley didn’t know. Likewise what he would price it at his next sale. The hippie junk man specialized in smalls, but he’d never bought or sold medical devices.

For safe keeping Hurley put the glass eye in an old-fashioned canning jar full of marbles, then almost immediately forgot about it.

Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.”

—Scott Adams