It was a high mountainous land and I was alone save for my horsie. So it was a boyhood dream. I was in the customary dark. All my dreams occur sometime before the age of electric light. I breathe deeply there. And here I am sorting spoons. “Let us break out of this circle and turn away from reality” I tell my hands but they’re busy with short outbursts of joy as they touch cold metal. The Milky Way revolves and the horse moves down below in slow autumn rain.
Planet of the Blind 