Guided without images, Ivan Sutherland learns to navigate a world now made of sounds, breaths, and textures. Yet, in the thickness of darkness, images do not entirely disappear: they linger, surfacing without warning, stubborn ghosts of a bygone vision. Every sound triggers a visual memory; every texture evokes lost contours and forgotten lights. These reminiscences—by turns comforting and painful—haunt him like distant, unreachable echoes. Beloved faces, familiar landscapes, and the digital interfaces he once created return as luminous hallucinations.
What Sutherland misses is not sight itself, but the ability to forget. Slowly, he realizes that these visual memories are chains he must break to fully embrace the sensory reality he is only just beginning to explore.