The cliché holds that eyes are the window to the soul. But they are also a mirror reflecting shared humanity, linking all 6.5 billion of us in one life, in its glory, its grimness and its grime. They remind us that we know each other all too well because we are bound in an intimacy none would choose and yet, none can escape. That’s why you don’t want to look. And why you can’t stop.

— From the essay “An Intimacy of Eyes” by Leonard Pitts, Jr.


Top: Carl Juste, Man in the Mirror, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba

Bottom: Carl Juste, Mask, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba