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.)