Blind Travels

I entered the Nobel Prize-winning work "Blindness". A moment ago, I was still worrying about the paper that was rejected in the 13th edition, and still suffering from being broken up by my girlfriend of five years; The next second, my world was left with nothing but blinding, boundless white. I'm blind. Everyone is blind. In the apocalyptic world where order and morality are broken down in Saramago's writings, My only advantage is that I've read the damn book and know what's going to happen next. But I soon discovered that the plot in the book was getting out of control step by step. And compared to this white hell, I sadly realized that I seemed to be more afraid of returning to reality and facing the terrible version of myself stranded on the dormitory bed. Do I want to escape the world, or myself? After going blind, I finally saw one thing clearly - I was my biggest obstacle.