The mosaic eyes that line the white tiled walls of the Chambers Street Station have always seemed strange, but since the fall of the twin towers, they seem downright weird.
It’s difficult enough to get off at this stop and experience the inevitable torrent of sadness. Why do we have to deal with these eyes?
At first glance, the eyes appear quite alike. But these close-up photographs reveal that each is casting a unique glance, some kindly, some questioning, others petulant. What are they doing here? What do they see?