This is for (link-reveal:"the blind man")[, in the (link-reveal:"dark room")[, searching for the (link-reveal:"black cat")[ that [[isn't there]]]]].How do you define darkness?
[[by quantities of light]]
[[it comes, like silences, in three parts]]
[[the texture, and the weight]]So you are the (link-reveal:"blind man")[, who knows darkness as what it lacks. And this is the (link-reveal:"dark room")[, which you know only as home].
Then where is the cat?
[[feel left]].
[[feel right]].
[[stop and let the cat come to you]]].So you are the (link-reveal:"blind man")[, who knows darkness like the roof of his mouth. And this is the (link-reveal: "dark room")[, where we are entering the third act. The last one].
Then where is the cat?
[[feel left]].
[[feel right]].
[[stop and let the cat come to you]]].So you are the (link-reveal:"blind man")[. And this is (link-reveal:"the dark room")[Heavier than an obelisk, rougher than a tomb].
Then where is the cat?
[[feel left]].
[[feel right]].
[[stop and let the cat come to you]]].Your hand falls on something, it is:
[[hard]]
[[soft]]
[[barren]]Your hand falls on nothing, nothing at all.You wait, and in your patience. [[Feel]].It is (link-reveal:"harder")[, and colder,] than you expected. Like ice too cold to melt. It spreads through you and finally you [[know the taste of darkness]].The darkness purrs up at you, and settles next to you. You [[feel warmth radiate off its fur]]. Sleek darkness yields to your hoping. Your fingertips brush the tips of—(link-reveal:"nothing")[. Nothing at all].You feel what it means (link-reveal:"to be concave")[, the solemn prophecy of (link-reveal:"the vessel")[. [[A cup prolific in a cup prolific how it lacks]]]]. It tastes like (link-reveal:"nothing")[. Nothing at all].And even though the world has faded to black, there are still some things worth living searching for.In how it is (link-reveal:"nothing")[. Nothing at all].