Stories with pictures and sometimes the other way around.
Charles, the roadmaster.
There’s enough light to make out the shape of her face and therefore enough light to navigate the outlines of her eye. To an onlooker, she is putting on mascara but to the trained eye, she is solving a puzzle, using the nearby window for clues. Insight. And I’m astounded she—fiddling with the cosmetic Rubik’s cube—knows that the answer isn’t too far.