I don’t know where I am. The world around me is dark and dismal and silent. My mind is blank, yet full, so full in fact that I cannot even wade through the everlasting fog of useless things and unused information.

Why is it so silent?

I pry open my eyes like I am pulling apart an iron curtain, only the light that would typically stream through the window never comes and I am left in the blind. I am left alone.

It is still dark and silent and I don’t even know why my brain is still here, still functioning as though nothing seems to have gone awry… and then it is gone, just like my eyes, just like my ears, just like me.

Through my blindness, I see a light, and it calls to me and I go to it… and I can see.