02.12.2025
S: They ask me what I look at when I look into their eyes. What I think.
A: What is it?
S: Their eyes are intoxication. They are intoxication. I am one who is drunk when they set their eyes upon me. I do not think. I am no longer sober. Simply I look and I am drunk by their eyes.
A: Beauty is a trap for the eyes.
S: You cannot understand beauty from afar. It asks for closeness. Just another closer look. Then another. Then another.
A: Do you think you can unfold the secrets in their eyes?
S: All of the facets of the jewels that make up the elements of their eyes, all of their whispers and murmurings, can a genius understand them?
A: Can a genius love?
S: Does not love call for a genius of its own?
A: A genius of intoxication?
S: The Tiger looks into the eyes of one that is his. He drinks from those eyes of bewitchment. The more he drinks, the thirstier he is. The more he is bewitched. The spell is strong, the intoxication is strong.
A: And the one that is Tiger’s?
S: They look back. In their eyes there is the mystery. They are the enigma.
diary of a lone man 