Can we just stop talking about blindness for a moment so we can talk about something else.
Like what the fuck is a ‘Derse Dreamer’?

…Dave, please tell me you’re kidding.
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...