eyes like spies

I was told I have eyes like a spy. I look around and I'm afraid of eye contact. There's lots to see. Eye contact with strangers is easy. Not so with friends. Fear of proximity kicks in.

I think of death and love. I was asked to explain, in Spanish, an important movie to me. I thought of the last film I saw, the Beginners. After much fumbling, two words came to mind: muerte y amor. I can't comprehend death and love feels as foreign as this city. The emotions feel the same. Both are strong.

The city is sensual. Senses are strong and feelings are alive. Indescribable, but visceral.