House of Flesh

Narrative Synopsis

he kept convincing himself that the woman in his bed is always his wife, his lawful partner, the one who wears his ring. Sometimes she acts young, sometimes she grows old, sometimes she becomes soft or rough, thin or fat —that’s her business alone. In fact, that’s the business of the people who can see, and their responsibility alone. They are the ones who have the gift of certainty, because they can tell the difference. As for him, as long as he is deprived of sight, he will remain deprived of certainty because he is blind. And there is no blame on the blind. Or… is there?