What does it say about a person that they feel the need to blur their own photo, just so they can bring it into "focus"? There is a reward inherent in the act of sitting around waiting for something to unblur. There is a healing implied by the very process. Recovery from a hangover, waking up after a nap, putting on glasses — reeling from the blow, and coming back into the world.

But to gaze into these eyes is not a reward.