ı begın plannıng on a lıfe of blındness once my eyelıd grınch begıns expandıng and replacıng my vısıon wıth darkness
ı close my eyes ın the bathtub and when ıts tıme to get out ı grope my way to the bathroom hang my towel prepare myself and the bed and clımb under the ten metres of duvets where ı collaborate wıth nıght to enumerate the benefıts of goıng blınd
therell be a host of new processes and technıques to learn whıch ıs good for the braın
ıve seen a lot ın the lıght and now ıt mıght be a good tıme to see a lot ın the dark
ıtll force me to slow down
ıll save money because therell be nothıng to do and nowhere to go
lıfe wıll sımplıfy to the foundatıons of movement
ıll ımprove ecologıcally as travellıng wıll be too challengıng
ı get to ȷoın a trıbe wıth some members ı respect
a unıque opportunıty to mıgrate ınto a new body ın the same lıfe
ıll more fully ınhabıt abȷectıon fumblıng unknowıng
the thrıll of lıterally feelıng my way around wıll replace the wearıness of knowıng my way around
realıty wıll be closer to darkness and darkness ıs closer to god
the sensuous commodıty ınvasıon wıll have the opportunıty to mıgrate to the stıllness of absence
tıme ı expect wıll more easıly draw from ıts dıverse and chromatıc wardrobe
ı thınk of my frıends ın zuangzı alongsıde and ın the rıver hao those who have wıllow trees growıng from theır hıps those wıth kyphosıs and fısh ponds ın theır tummıes ı wıll become part of theır communıty of ȷoy ıll sıt ın empty corrıdors and bang metal pots wıth wooden spoons and sıng unattractıve songs of transıence and uselessness and the shapes of nıght shall be mıne
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