When I was in high school, I once wrote a poem about the way the darkness blurs together when I’m without my glasses. I made reference to the problem in Daisy’s Toothache as well. I’ve wondered, with so many of us being blind-as-a-bat, why it’s not mentioned more often, this weakness that we have.
Maybe it’s because the way each of us sees is so personal — nobody can see through my eyes but me. (And even then…)
Lisel Mueller’s Monet Refuses the Operation makes me feel a little less alone in the dark.