I haven’t been writing at all lately. No blog, no poetry, no stories….just nothing. I feel as if I don’t have much to say and when I search for my voice I find only silence and an emptiness that holds the weight of the world. It is as if my voice is disappearing along with my vision and no matter how I grasp at the light, it flows, barbed and cruel, through my useless fingers. I am trying to find ways to re-discover myself, but all that I see is unrecognizable and unwelcome. I am void. I am a scar and a memory. I am darkness. I have no idea who I am.
I am a writer, going blind in Los Angeles. This blog is my story of a slow approach to darkness as I traverse through the rubble of urban life. It is what I see in the withering spaces of my remaining vision. It is humor and despair and darkness and light. It is what I witness as the world slowly disappears.
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