yester morn i awoke to find myself in a most heated exchange with a pair of round lens spectacles. i was, most passionately it seems, attempting to convince the pair of glasses that his time had passed ('twas indeed masculine in gender). as i lay in hypnopompic stupor, the illogical nature of it all spurned a sort of humorous confusion, the brunt of which inspired me to compose, in my mind, "an open letter to round spectacles." at the time, it seemed so much more logical - after all, one can not really hold such a one-sided discussion. and so, a letter seemed more appropriate.

while i can not recall the intimate details, the reader may rest assured that the verbal thrashing was complete. how dare such an inefficient shape choose to quarrel with me! you're not fooling me, round spectacles - not with your erudite haberdashery and your free-loving hippie ways.