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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