Breathe. Then smile.

Her smouldering eyes, his intense gaze. Their wrinkles carved in.

I wonder where they came from?

I wonder what brought them here, to this very spot.

But as we gazed for that minute.

All my intent to read, to guess, to prod, vanished.

At first, I felt a vulnerability to gaze into someone’s eyes, even if it’s for just a minute. But I forgot by the end of it all that it was a social experiment.

It’s sad, isn’t it, that such intimacy shared by a gaze is replaced by insecure giggles and the set boundaries of “show up to this for the intent of the experiment.”

Are we too lost in ourselves, in our little universes? Or is it because we are too aware of the hypothetical or scientifically-backed evidence that exchanging a gaze for awhile would conjure feelings that we only reserve for those that we hand pick?

It’s easy to feel lost in the gaze of others, but perhaps that would be better for our humanity, for our sanity, if we just gazed at each other for a little while, no words. Breathe. And then smile.

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This was part of the “eye contact” social experiment that I was a participant of in Vancouver. Their video should give a good overview of what the event is kind of like, but hopefully you will be able to share a moment like this in beautiful silence one day, one minute.

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