Blind Spot

Synopsis

Here, Memory Like A Dripping Faucet, Slowly Leaking Events And Considerations, One Constantly Feels Like They Are Balancing On A Teetering Chair. This Rigorous Investigation Of Being Leads One To Consider The Way A World Revolves Around A Man Like A Vortex, The Propensity Of Clipped Phrases That Alter, Edit, Build, Revise, A Constant Modification Of The One Way One Sees The World, Exists In The World, Remembers. Repetition, Like Stuttering, Leads One Through And Around The Vortex Of Consideration, Yet Like Poetry The Language Points And Articulates, Then Stutters Again, The Text As A Glitchy Archetype Of Keeping Track, Of Observation, Of The Harmonious Discontinuity Of Time's Ebb And Flow: There Is No Break In The Harmony, And No Seeing Anything But For What It Is. This Brilliant, Poetic Novel Weaves A New Structure For Narrative, Forces The Reader To Consider The Complex And Profound Structures Hidden In A Record Of Time, Each Observation Of The Utterly Quotidian Transforming Into A Lyrical Evocation Of Essential Significance. Each Repetition Is A Surprise, And Each Consideration An Impossible Enigma. Narrated By A Mysterious And Clairvoyant Consciousness, Blind Spot, Is Both Blind And Honest, Isolated And Compulsive, And Achieves With Such Magnificent Beauty A Reconceptualization Of Seeing And Reading That One Might Enter This Book Through Its First Lines And Wish To Never Come Out Again.