On Seeing without SightPATIENT 1 - a young boy of ten-twelve years; was discharged from hospital one week after operation. He is in his bedroom, surrounded by wooden objects and shapes on paper.BOY: Depth? What is depth?DOCTOR: Depth is the third dimension, other than length and width. (motions with hands)BOY (bemused): Dimension?DOCTOR (holds drawing of square and a wooden cube): This drawing has two dimensions: length and width. This wooden cube has three, including height.BOY (struggles to reach wooden sphere): This is depth? (holds sphere with both hands, ogling)DOCTOR: No, that is roundness. The sphere has depth, though.BOY: I don't understand.PATIENT 2 - a young male slightly older than Patient 1. He is in a hospital bed, preoperative.DOCTOR (presses wooden cube and sphere into patient's hands): Can you tell what these shapes are?
FF7 - Glass DesertMother leaves me by myself near the waxing tides, and promises to pick me up again after she's finished bathing in the waning sun. I enjoy the beach. There's a clean sense of salty freedom which basks me in its earthy aura as soon as I step onto the sea of sand. This is true especially on days like these, when the glow from the setting sun crumples the filmy surface of the ocean and riddles a prism of light through the water, not unlike an imprint fossilized in golden amber.Every so often a tapestry of slimy seaweed floats to the shoreline, as if upchucked from the swirling broth it used to call home. The seaweed itself is home to a great number of other organisms, each weaved into an intricate pattern, morphing the algae into its own ecosystem. I witness this very event happen, and a saltwater crab emerges from the motley stew to inspect it. The crab finds nothing of interest, however, and retreats back into the murk.I find dead crabs and their shells often on the beach, strewn and
Cataclysm BeachDawn falls asleep, and we wake on an engraved shore.We forever collide with our castlesof sand, then stone, and finally concretein one hard millisecond.As the oceans write a love story with the skies,the waxing tides swallow us in one big gulp.Dawn wakes, and the end has simply happened without a crash.Perhaps one daywe will learn that there is a way to seewithout sight,and live without letting ourselves go.