This happened some time ago. I was sitting across of him.
Neither of us talking. Me pretending or even actually reading the kindle. He just sitting with his eyes closed. Intermittently, those eyes would open, glance around and shut down again.
Either he was visually challenged, or never figured that I was still stealing glances at him. In those moments, I saw a deep resignation. The sigh and sign of a man who has started packing up from the scene.
What part of him or his body made me feel that way, its hard for me to nail down. Maybe his shoulders, or his neck, or his expression.
As I think of it today, again, it was his gaze. His eyes. They were looking inwards into his nothing self.
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