“I dream in tunnel vision, I think. I remember in tunnel vision, I think. The question remains, when my tunnel vision goes, as it… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share Image
A monumental decision such as starting a family requires persuasive dissertations, licences, spreadsheets and field research. That's what I assumed until one night when… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share Image
“I always get muscle aches in my eyes after a few hours of reading," she said. "Doesn't matter what. The closeness does it. All these words in your face, one at a time and filling your periphery. I love reading, but there's a limit. "There are times," she went on, "when I don't leave my apartment for days. I read… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share
“Cash was running low, so I'd applied for a job as an administrative assistant for a nonprofit arts group. Without question, my organizational skills were as sharp as my vision, and I had no office experience to speak of. Luckily for me, none of this surfaced during the interview. 'Ryan, pretend it's a rough morning for a sec. Handle this… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share
“A tiredness crept over her that would shame narcoleptics. She could sleep anytime, anywhere, in any position. No hyperbole. I mean, we'd be at the dinner table, and I'd be in mid-sentence when I'd detect a fresh, eerie silence in the room, the kind that didn't sound to my blind man's ears like somebody listening. I'd just carry on with… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share
“She stood in our cramped little bathroom, a bag of cosmetics in hand. Putting on her makeup while asking if we should buy a couch meant she'd already made up her mind that we were going to IKEA today, and asking me if we ought to go was her way of saying "Get your shoes on." It's dizzying, all the… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share
“The stutter remains something memorable and good. I felt more at ease because of it. We were both somewhat vulnerable and, in our own… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share Image
“Within a week or two the calm returned between us, but something was missing. Dad could feel it, too. The first casualty of distrust,… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share Image
“Although I was fine, that night didn't sit well with me for the rest of our trip. Something had, in the end, been taken… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share Image
“Seeing is itself touched with elegy. Reality seems to press its light into us, it is happening, but that's not the way things are.… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share Image
My sense of view became tactile not colourful, immediate not distant. Something within arms' reach — Ryan Knighton Copy Share Image
