Premonitions of blindness are not always useless, Mr. Ulysses. After all you have seen one day, you have seen them all, and in any case I will be there to recite the rest for you, word for word, in excruciating detail, I swear it - ‘the sun rose, you blinked and I was gone along with the book I was reading to you, this book so reminiscent of a memory. I left you a note I knew you would never be able to find, I wanted to stay and watch the whole thing, watch you grope, stumble but I didn’t have the heart really and where would the fun be now if I told you what it said. Okay, I will give you a hint, it went something like - to lose sight of the word is not to lose sight of the world; to lose sight of the world is not to lose sight of the word. Although you are sure to be stuck with both, you belong to neither, nor do you belong to me.’
