xD haha yes definitely this needs to be a feature. Thank you
A sick mindHe could feel it, the wooden fence. He closed his eyes and placed his hand upon the surface of the wood. Slowly, he then walked whilst dragging his bare hand along. Each individual imperfection, made evident by the touch. He tried to imagine what it would feel like if he was the blind man, who had performed the very same action just moments before. Feeling was a new kind of seeing, if you took away the visual world, there was nothing you could take for granted. You couldn't say that the fence was just 'a fence' because it didn't feel like just a fence. It deeply frightened him, though he wanted it all the more for it would seem that it was a deeper quality of life and living; as if the loss of his vision would somehow humble him.