Monday, 31 March 2014

There Were No Faces

          There was no feeling of being in any special place, and he might have been kneeling in an unlit cave, or seated in a smoky room where there were no faces, just a lot of eyes that looked at him. Or merely drifting on a slab of ice in a quiet region of white emptiness.

David Goodis
Of Tender Sin
Elliott Erwitt
New York 1954

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