If side, there's always there, another... With no communication but the bridging self of the betweenness, like the torn flag of broken, subdued ideals... It's the betweenness oftentimes the side of otherness, spread, squeezed, immense, belittled, there, forgotten victim "rightfully left" paying dues to the left, to the right, to whosoever's shameless "I've been there … Continue reading The other side of blindness…