The seventh guitar was a nervous person, because he was nearly blind. He'd been able to see reasonably well with an extremely thick pair of glasses, but he'd lost these six years ago and since then he'd lived in a confusing landscape distilled to pure color according to season-summer mostly green, winter mostly gray and white-in which blurred figures swam into view and then receded before he could figure out who they were.
( Emily St. John Mandel )
[ Station Eleven ]
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