blindness raze a man stripped of sight sinks his fists into the dirt of a day that's slow to fade. he unearths a rat bereft of breath, its dichromatic eyes still open to a world they no longer know. he tills the soil until it froths beneath his feet and all his thoughts are thankless tasks he'd sooner set aside than stand astride. he thinks: there_is_nothing here worth saving. and yet he goes on digging. 260107 what's it to you? who go blather from