It’s a matter of growing accustomed to the sequence, its ever-evolving Now. Things will happen, the looked-for crossing, essential lamp post, scent of the greengrocer on the corner will turn up. If you let it. It occurred to me, that navigation is sequential map making. Already, my memory operates differently: it will present me with [...]
counting
Last year, roughly, I was taught to count the days, this year, counting enables me to do a great number of things. D. calls out the number of steps as we ascend or descend. I count out the coffee pouring into my glass from the machine. I use timers to cook. Timing is distance, is [...]
echoeing
I still remember the shock when A. taught me to hear lamp posts. Out of nowhere I realized part of my surroundings. Every country, every city has a rhythm to its streets. Paris’ rhythm is that of narrow canyons, almost tunnels that are cut into sections by side streets and driveways of small factories, and [...]
meandering
The flow of the streets has been replaced by the flow of voices. Voices in the market, in bars and tabacs, voices on the bus, in parks. Conversations within earshot, or just out of reach, urging me to get closer, to hear what’s being said. Interestingly, I’m invisible. Like a priest in a confessional, everyone [...]
mandala of pain
None of the customary places, but new discoveries, and on foot and by bus: at least that was the constant. I love Paris to wander in alone, and wandering with a companion is a different proposition altogether. On the edge, between the Marais and the eleventh, well, more the eleventh really, now gentrifying at an [...]
pausing
No blogging for a few days. Yes, I’ll be in Paris, and no, I won’t bring the computer. One of the few trips where I’m packing more clothes than just two t shirts (and a crumpler backpack stuffed with chargers, adapters, cables, all for multiple cameras, mind you).
I am bringing the recorder, and a great [...]
floodgates
Interesting, how a chain of minute events can open the floodgates of pain and let everything out. What is happening is far more subtle than how one would imagine it. I often think that loss of sight is the least of it. My habitus is changing, how I hold my body, the influence of perceiving [...]
tapping
tapping
Originally uploaded by lodrorigdzin
Natural behaviour of blind people is all too often seen as deviant. Many who are are blind are told not to click, tap their canes loudly, or stomp slightly. These are all echolocation methods and are all looked down upon as making the blind seem more helpless or ungainly. The view of [...]
paris
I’ll be in Paris, end of week. A city I know pretty well, some parts I know as well as the city where I live. Except, I’ve not yet been there after my vision changed, so, after so many visits before, it’s a new city once more, and I’ll be going there for the first [...]
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