Cancer 25. An invisible man yearning to feel the sun on his skin.
He walks in the groves, and looking down sees no shadow, or legs, for light, failing to notice him, passes through him. Light, the great acknowledger of surfaces is blind to his own surface. And being unable to see himself he feels uncertain of his own edges, his own limits.
And then, unexpectedly, it comes to him: If he is to see himself, the light must come from within, he must find his own internal sun, and find his edges and surfaces from the inside out. And, sure of his way he begins to see, there on the ground in front of him a faint shadow beginning to take shape.