Status Updates From El ala izquierda (Cegador, #1)

‘There are blind people who know they used to see, but, through an accident of fate, do not, & there are others who have no knowledge of any lack, for whom sight is unimaginable, the way we cannot imagine what we would feel if a sensory organ opened in our forehead like a flower, or if we grew—antennaes like a moth. I knew I was made to exist—but also that I couldn't perceive existence. The world—dirty & diaphanous—’

“Poiché non è descrivendo le cose andate che si scrive il passato, ma parlando dell’aria nebbiosa che da esso ci separa”