I am convinced I am going blind. I am going blind. Tragedy. At least I won’t be able to see any of you. That’s the good news.
The bad news my son telling me: “If you do go blind, Mama, we’ll both be fucked.” Emphasis on ‘both’. How do I do it? How? Don’t answer. You don’t even know the question.
To be Beethoven. Deaf yet divine.