Finally reading blindness by josé Saramago after intentionally putting it off. s'alright, though the state of nature whataboutery really does wear thin. still his elliptical run on sentence style scratches that reading equivalent of e-z-listening really nicely and the dialogue is like a tv show in written form. so it still keeps me engaged in a stream of consciousness fashion. I'm not finding the book as profound as all the critical acclaim foisted on it - it especially seems to be devoid of absurdism, which i would find essential when tackling disability. It is subtly comedic in a grim way though.