Chapter 3: Light. Iris.
“I could see in the dark. It left other people blind, feeling their way with the soles of their feet as though they ‘d landed on the Moon, their arms stretched out before them as if in zero-gravity. In accordance with an ancient and now refuted theory, my eyes radiated light. Enough to be able to make out the black-grey-black cells in a tartan that appeared white, red, and yellow in the light. Probably, during the day, light accumulated in my head as if in a solar battery and was stored there all night. I could see because I wanted to make out the world into which I had sprung like a shoot from a seed, germinating in rich soil. But compared to a plant I was a bird and had torn myself away from my roots.
“The moment of birth might not have registered in my memory,
