Her eyes are not human eyes, by God. She can see in the dark, of course, even better than a cat. She can see with her eyes closed, believe it or not. She demonstrated that to my own satisfaction one night. But what she can’t see is the other person! She looks right through you when she talks to you. She sees only what she is talking about-whether it’s fog, cats, idiots, remote cities, floating islands or floating kidneys. In the beginning I used to grab her by the arm and shake her-I thought perhaps she was in a trance. Nothing of the sort! Just as wide awake as you or I! Even more awake, I’d say. Nothing escapes her.
henry miller - plexus