Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
I was posting up fliers for my missing cat Whiskers where I ran into my neighbor. who complimented the design on my shirt, before making a lengthy step over a puddle.
I just stood and watched the casual old man walk away, curious as to how he was able to flawlessly navigate a path despite his blindness.
“You keep on your sunglasses, your colors do not match, you walk like a wimp. I regret I responded to your ad.”
“Honestly, I’m blind.”
She said unto the star-barren new-moon sky: “Night – be my eyes, so that I may see beyond the limits of that which sunlight reveals.” She screamed and hissed and writhed in the searing pain of the acid she splashed into her own eyes, but she welcomed the eternal honesty of an infinite darkness.
When I asked for your opinion I didn’t actually want it.
I wanted hollow platitudes – how fucking blind are you?
Walking into the kitchen today I had a flash of blinding inspiration.
I’m not sure the inspiration – we’re all fucked – was worth my vision.