I had this dream that my brother went blind. I was awfully sorry for him because his career (and his love) is the visual arts, mainly film and television prouction. I think it had to do with a recent setback in his career. However, maybe I feel he is blind to the realities of his field, its competitive and sometimes-unfair nature, or that he is somewhat blind to the logistics of life in general, I don't know. He seemed to take it well and expressed hope that it was just a temporary thing, that once they knew what was causing it, his doctors would be able to cure him.

Sometimes I wish I were blinded to things, or at least more optimistic, particularly about the state of our country and the crushing numbness of power that consumes all quality of life while it exposes to make it better.