I’ve been blind for about three years. Put wax paper in front of your eyes and that’s me. I see shapes but not details. I see the clock face but not the hands.
A med-tech rubbed gel on my eyeballs, and sound waves bounced off my eyes. It was all vibrations.
I miss reading. I miss the lowercase g — so sexy.
I don’t look blind — no cane or shades — so I thought I’d tell you.
I had an essay, “Sue Me,” at City Journal last week. A tenant sued me. Not fiction.