- Vol. 04
- Chapter 10
I see the world through tunnels, miniscule cracks in walls that offer up images of tiny catastrophes. It isn’t because of a narrow mind, but a disease that eats my eyes and gives me snippets of light wrapped in bleak and fading paper.
My edges are defined by the cool fingers of darkness that creep up the sides of my visual field, winding tendrils tightly around my retinas. I collide with walls painted in pitch, grasp at beams of fire that trickle through the slats, and fall haphazardly to a floor that disappears with the perishing sun.