What I Made
Cries in the wind
Are laments of the night
I dig my grave
While memories bite
Tomorrow brings my end
A piece at a time
Today I make sense
Of the tears left behind
I tell myself stories
To get through the day
I ponder your absence
And think what I'd say
The bane of my past
Has always been pride
It's the whispering ghost
Who tells only lies
I am what I was
And was what I made
I'm slowly undone
As quietly I fade
(c)2025 Guglielmo Earthbound
As most of you who have followed me for the last many years know, I've been legally blind for more than ten years (I walk with a blind cane when I'm outside the house). I make these films in great part because they're so difficult for me to make, but as long as I can continue creating, it helps me compartmentalize not seeing what I know is there. The last few months I've been feeling like it's getting even worse. I can't for the heck of me make out words even on a 55" monitor with lots of zoom and a magnifying glass. Some of you may have noticed I haven't been visiting your pages much, and I've been having trouble replying to comments. When I went to my eye doctor visit a few days ago, they put a hand in front of my face, and I didn't even know it was there until she told me at which point I was able to find a few pieces of shadows of an outline of part of her hand.
So I made this film to help me try to relearn to adapt to my blindness.
I apologize in advance and retroactively for being so bad responding to comments and visiting your pages. I'm still trying to relearn how to be part of the world. If you visited my page, thank you. It means a lot. I hope to be around here more eventually. Even though my blindness is not curable, that doesn't mean I can't learn how to make use of what's left (hopefully).
What I Made
Cries in the wind
Are laments of the night
I dig my grave
While memories bite
Tomorrow brings my end
A piece at a time
Today I make sense
Of the tears left behind
I tell myself stories
To get through the day
I ponder your absence
And think what I'd say
The bane of my past
Has always been pride
It's the whispering ghost
Who tells only lies
I am what I was
And was what I made
I'm slowly undone
As quietly I fade
(c)2025 Guglielmo Earthbound
As most of you who have followed me for the last many years know, I've been legally blind for more than ten years (I walk with a blind cane when I'm outside the house). I make these films in great part because they're so difficult for me to make, but as long as I can continue creating, it helps me compartmentalize not seeing what I know is there. The last few months I've been feeling like it's getting even worse. I can't for the heck of me make out words even on a 55" monitor with lots of zoom and a magnifying glass. Some of you may have noticed I haven't been visiting your pages much, and I've been having trouble replying to comments. When I went to my eye doctor visit a few days ago, they put a hand in front of my face, and I didn't even know it was there until she told me at which point I was able to find a few pieces of shadows of an outline of part of her hand.
So I made this film to help me try to relearn to adapt to my blindness.
I apologize in advance and retroactively for being so bad responding to comments and visiting your pages. I'm still trying to relearn how to be part of the world. If you visited my page, thank you. It means a lot. I hope to be around here more eventually. Even though my blindness is not curable, that doesn't mean I can't learn how to make use of what's left (hopefully).