Looking at, endlessly scrolling photographs, images, selfies, memes and fakes not only tires and distracts: it clouds the perception of time, compromises the memory of a past and the expectation of a future that is ours alone, distances us from the other by stopping us at their reflective surface, shatters trust in the affective and informative role of photography. It takes our breath away. Entering an imaginary hut, ceasing to look in order to protect the secret life of the eyes - could that be the solution? Isolating oneself was the revolutionary choice of Henry David Thoreau, in search of true feeling and tired of society's obligations. Could it also work with the obligation of images?