The writers lasting memory of the meal is the final mouthful a piece of caramelcoated popcorn Credit Getty Images The writers lasting memory of the meal is the final mouthful a piece of caramelcoated popcorn Credit Getty Images I find that my senses of taste smell and touch are not sharper than usual. The main difference is they are disjointed in the absence of the unifying power of vision. It takes encountering a horrifyingly crunchy thing on my spoon like chewing on a beetle to jolt me into recognition its chestnut cream or crme des marrons sprinkled with a crunch.



My final bite of the meal is unmistakable a single piece of caramel popcorn sweet and burnt. We sip our tea and completely forget to eat the cookies on the saucers because we cant see them. It is truly a relief we realise not to be seen. Invisibility lifts from you the responsibility to look a certain way or eat a certain way or keep things tidy. You can slouch. You can just Mobile App Development Service  sit and talk and think and you are only a voice in the darkness like any other finally free of your body. We call out quietly to the waiter we are ready to go. When we emerge into the lobby we ask about the time.







Stranded without phones or watches it feels to us for about minutes. We are shocked to find that two hours have passed. With no vision to anchor it our ability to keep track of time has gone wandering. Perhaps it is no surprise that for creatures like ourselves with no practice in darkness and a lifetime of light time without sight is featureless. Some months after that unusual meal I find myself struggling to reconstruct the taste and sensations I experienced in the dark.