My Inspiration for the Previous Entry "When Windows Talk"

"When he opens his eyes and resumes breathing, there she is, Ana, eyes trained on his face, and she is intent on seeing into him or through him, dissolving the man in all his particulars in order to find something else. Never mind what.

Her face is cool and studied. Is this meant to be some kind of mutual introspection? Is it a simple respite from the skein of endless human exchange? He tries not to analyze the matter. A playful fragment of her childhood, a memory of bittersweet longing.

Is each of them trying to imagine who the other person is within the freeze-framed face and eyes? A wordless glimpse of identity or just a vacant gaze?

He tries to go blank, to drain his eyes and mind of the spatial array of sensation, the mental debris.

Maybe she simply wants to see and be seen."

--by Don DeLillo, "The Itch"