blind_man_walking ever dumbening Walking with a blind man I can hear myself think. I imagine how I'm filed, and how I file. Spices sometimes miss the pan, as dirty stoves don't matter, dirty dishes do. I mention my art classes; the results of two of three of which his hands could see. He mentions his approaching child, and this time I'm the one who doesn't have the tools to see. 030217 what's it to you? who go blather from