through blind cyborg eyes i will speak deafly by zina kaye november 1995
"It was a Thursday. I went to bed thinking I want to make clear this mess, to understand all these spaces, these images, these texts: not their content but where they fit. What I have been missing this past six months is, in psychoanalytic terms, my biggest blind spot, that which I most care about."
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