Its hard to be beautiful all the time but I accept it. I’m short, round, hairy, overweight. I’m cross eyed and bent. I’m beautiful. I’m beautiful because I’m an incomparable mockery of fashion. Because when I walk with my dog (who’s trained to guide me) I’m dancing. I paint the world with my inner eyes. I make up Boolean equations about chance and fate. I glide. I talk loudly or I don’t say a thing. I’ve walked all over New York City on a net of moonbeams like most blind people do. Tendresse. So vulnerable. So alive…
Planet of the Blind 