everything_that_still_remains ovenbird Your mind has forgotten how to see. There's nothing wrong with your eyes--they take in light and send that signal on intact, but your brain is being torn apart by a rare form of early onset dementia and it no longer knows what to do with visual data. It scrambles the signal. Your eyes see what is there but this message doesn't reach the part of you that can make sense of it. So much is lost in translation between pupil and synapse. I dream that I'm at your house and it is a shrine to forgetting. You have written frantic notes to yourself in red sharpie on the slats of your blinds, so when you twist the stick that lets the light in all your memories fly back to you. You squint into the morning--the sun so bright that at least a little must make its way through the canopy to dapple everything that still remains. 250426 what's it to you? who go blather from