Cockeyed: A Memoir of Blindness

by Ryan Knighton

I burned with a new embarrassment at my narcissism. Just because it’s a sighted world, blindness doesn’t have to be the first thing people see.

Not long after we returned from our honeymoon, I noticed myself disappearing in another way. For some time I’d been retreating deeper and deeper into my ears. I’m certain, however, I arrived at a new depth of blindness when a couple of cars crashed outside our apartment. For the first time in my life, I didn’t look.