it's staring at me.

Steve, I still firmly believe that you are one of the most original (read: outside the bun) artists (alongside bassp) on this site.

Intriguing.

Thanks for the kind words, Miz. You know, bassp, it really hadn't occurred to me that the white thingie looked like an eye. Now that's all I can see. It __IS__ staring at me. Creepy. I expect that there's some appropriately gloomy poem lurking in the dark corners of memory waiting for this image to attach itself to it. If I hadn't already used the Cavafy;s "Things Ended" for another one this picture would quite fit the bill.
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THINGS ENDED

Engulfed by fear and suspicion,
mind agitated, eyes alarmed,
we try desperately to invent ways out,
plan how to avoid
the obvious danger that threatens us so terribly.

Yet we're mistaken, that's not the danger ahead:
the news was wrong
(or we didn't hear it, or get it right.)
Another disaster, one we naver imagined,
suddenly, violently, descends upon us,
and finding us unprepared - there's no time now -
sweeps us away.