There is this advertisement in the subway for chamomile spray that makes you sleepy and it features a photograph of a model with her eyes closed and smiling. It bothers me for two reasons. One: nobody smiles in their sleep. Two: her eyes are closed.
The second bit agitates me most. Tonight, while staring at her eyelids, I felt the urge to yell at her to open her eyes. No, to demand it from her. To say, “Open them now, I want to see you, I want to look into you. Open them. Open them. Open your goddamned eyes. Who are you? I can’t tell. Open your eyes.”
I think that’s what I’d like to say to everybody that I ever encounter.
