He
enjoyed an overcast climate. When it was sunny out, and everything was
bright, it always looked to him like the world's edges were way too
sharp.
The world, all sharp-edged, seemed dangerously unreal and strange, and he was made quite uncomfortable by it.
But he refused—he flat out refused—to buy himself a pair of sunglasses so as to take the edge off the world.
Instead, he simply let himself feel strange, and feel uncomfortable, and feel like he was in some sort of danger.
