Eyes of dead bodies

I want to write a photography project about Eyes of dead bodies. I am extremely terrified of the eyes of dead. I find it horrifying yet fascinating, i want to make photos of people eyes when they’re alive and when they’re dead.

What is it, behind the eyes , that once lives behind them and leaves it?

We call it life but what is it exactly?

Where does it go?

How is it stopped?

I was always scared of death. My own and peoples, it deeply affects me philosophically. I think how can these bones of mine be rotten into the soil? Where do we go when the times come?

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