I haven’t been writing, but my mind is ablaze. My life feels so heavy and my voice feels choked and uncertain. I may, at times, wish that I could disappear, but I wake each morning and find that I am too much flesh and creaking bones and a head filled with words that long to be freed. I will get there. I need to believe I will. Even the few sentences that get released are a beginning. I am beginning again.
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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