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 we were lying in bed and, if I recall correctly, I asked Tracy if we were… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share Image
“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… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share Image
“She stood in our cramped little bathroom, a bag of cosmetics in hand. Putting on her makeup while asking if we should buy a… — Ryan Knighton Copy Share Image
“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
