FrameOfReference

There have been times when I have felt as blind as death. It spreads. Like an alien curse. Limbs, synaptic abstractions of chromosomes grown into tangible structure, paths of navigation of unobserved environments - torn, burned out, melted away by blind habit, and I'm left with the knowledge that my actions here, based on the empty imagination left in its wake, futile attempts to respond to what I am fully aware I am inadequately comprehending. It matters to me as much as the lives around me, the comprehension of their true value here hidden behind a shallow and misleading surface representation.