Cats don’t have great night vision either. In the green light, his eyes glowed, featureless. Inside I saw Joe, my cat, peering back at me. With the goggles on, I easily sidestepped all potential pitfalls and peered through the screen on the open half of the guest house’s Dutch door. This is generally a precarious journey late at night: I’ve stubbed many a toe on the way out there. I pulled the visor back down and headed toward the guest house. Unassisted, I could see only the neighbor’s porch light and hints of freeway lights on the horizon. In the middle of the driveway, I pulled the goggles off to see just how dark it was outside. The goggles may have illuminated the night, but I was still robbed of my depth perception. But because I was looking at a tiny screen, there was a disconnect.
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