Sta­ring eyes

“The only con­stant was his eyes. Sta­ring into them, I saw not­hing. No emo­ti­on. No huma­ni­ty. In every pho­to­graph, the eyes (…) were dark blanks that reve­a­led not­hing. A say­ing I’d heard long ago came to mind: When you sta­re into the abyss, the abyss also sta­res into you.

[R. Sager: Home Befo­re Dark]

(Fiel mir erst nach­träg­lich ein: klei­ner Ver­weis zum Gedicht Ich faß­te dei­ne Hand.)

Cookie Consent Banner von Real Cookie Banner