The first thirty pages of Jose Saramago's Blindness are awesome.
But as Fuzziness, it would have been a scarier novel, about how you used to have eyes like your dad did when he was young.
That you can't quite make it out now as you used to make it out for a pretty long then is not worse than going blind. Its ABAB. But it includes the terror of shade and hue, of the slow realization that because some bits are harder to make out, everything is different, that grampa anxious without his glasses when playing cards hated the table offering fewer cues to him then than it once ha.
ast becoming present becoming preview of you feel no need to be seeing.