It was like living in a new house. I saw the undersides of tables, walked through the tangle of chair legs. It would be good to be a dog, I thought. You would feel safe surrounded by all of these leggy objects that never tried to run away.

You manufacture beauty with your mind

If I were blind I'd rather have another blind person leading me around because they know what I'm dealing with and they're experiencing the same things.

So that's what I'm here to become. And suddenly, this word fills me with a brand of sadness I haven't felt since childhood. The kind of sadness you feel at the end of summer. When the fireflies are gone, the ponds have dried up and the plants are wilted, weary from being so green.

In the same way that a tornado rips the roof off a double-wide trailer, leaving the occupants dazed and staring at the clouds from the splinters of what used to be their living room, it was over.

Just as I had long suspected, a person didn't really need math for anything anyway. Maybe some people did. Some limited people.

My subconscious does the writing; I don't have control over that.