Being aphantasic is one thing. It’s another thing for the second time now to have woken up in the morning and been unable to open my eyes. If I don’t have a mind’s eye, I’d at least like to be able to access my actual ones.
Bix dot Blog
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.