"Something flashed in the gloss of my eyeballs. I got close up to the mirror and looked very carefully. There I was, a tiny dark reflection of myself deep down in my right pupil. Someone said once that pupils were just empty space, black holes, twin caves of infinite nothingness. 'When something disappears, that’s usually where it disappears——into the black holes in our eyes.' I couldn’t remember who had said it."

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