Eye Wide Shut [better] Guide

Inside, the air was thick with incense and something older — beeswax, velvet, the ghost of perfume. A corridor led him past mirrors draped in black cloth. He caught his own reflection in a gap: still himself, but already less.

"This isn't about pleasure," he said.

He looked. A man in a black mask wept silently. A woman touched her own throat as if checking for a pulse. In the corner, someone held a mask in both hands — the mask he'd arrived wearing — and slowly, without ceremony, put it on over the first. eye wide shut

"No," she agreed. "Pleasure is easy. This is about looking at what you hide from yourself." Inside, the air was thick with incense and