he's losing his senses but he still senses the world. he needs touch as always and more when he can't see. this is when, this when.
he knows where the water comes up from the ground. he knows where a rabbit is 
who is not alive. the sense of the presence of food. it must be near. the sense of the presence of death. the hunger. like a ghost companion, the hunger before sustenance. the hunger after the ghost.
i must be patient and listen to him where he can't hear and guide him where he can't see. 
the way he senses the world has always guided me. 
here i pause for the feeling i've been here before. though i know i haven't before. before this. not like this. before.