Excerpted from "House of Mirrors"

Times have changed for you/I/us. I couldn't see a thing a month ago. You/we didn't exist. Just I. Back then, I was blind, but now we/I/you see everything. Well, physically, we see us. There was a time where we saw the world around us too. We saw the physical world for a few weeks and now we only see us. 


Let's recap the beginning of us. It was I then. I rode the train to and from everywhere. I went places though I was blind. The world was a mysterious danger to me then. I ticked my cane against concrete, a sort of tick tock scree sound, we remember. 


I scurried onto a train car, somewhat busy, but I found a seat. 


I sat.


     And   there        yes, right there across from me was              you. Me. I could see. I could see myself reflected back at me. It had to be me because his movements matched my own. His posture was my posture. At the next stop he slid from view. I prayed for more of those sights. Even though I was only seeing myself, I was seeing something. I was seeing a face I hadn't seen in years. Decades even. I am not a young man and have been blind since I was a young boy. A sickness, you see. It seemed, on that train, that the sickness was reversed. My eyes saw with little sensitivity. I witnessed my facee and body and let me tell you, friends, I did not like what I saw. But I saw. When I eventually got off the train, I ticked my way along, saddened by my recent loss of eyesight again...