Frabjous Times

“The city in which this catastrophic epidemic of blindness breaks out is never identified. There are no street names. This is any city at almost any point in the modern era. This is everybody's disaster.”

“When you reach my age, you'll have almost totally lost your eyesight. You'll be able to see the color yellow, and light and shadow. But don't worry. Gradual blindness is not tragic. It's like the slowly growing darkness of a summer evening.”
— Jorge Luis Borges “The Other” from The Book of Sand, 1975 (trans. Andrew Hurley)

“If you could talk to the person you'll be one, three, ten, twenty years from now, what would you say to your older self?”

Published in Triptych Haiku Volume 1 number 2