When he lost his eye, half of Eric Jessop's field of vision became a black sadness that seeped into everything from football to faces. Only skating was strong enough to resist the stain. When Eric skated, sound and speed surrounded him in a dazzling whirl and he felt alive again, almost whole. If he spun fast enough no-one could see his face, make out the jagged purple blotch replacing forehead and scalp. As he slowed down the world came back into focus and its light faded. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство…