Status Updates From The Blind Assassin

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‘Acid rain is taking its toll—once-keen eyes are blurred—softened—porous, as if they have cataracts. But perhaps that’s my own vision going. My bones have been aching again, as they often do in humid weather. They ache like history: things long done with, that still reverberate as pain—convolvulus blossoms—Orchids, I thought,—phosphorescent. The tulips have shed their petals—leaving the pistils bare—bedraggled—phlox’