Sep 10, 2002
When we are strange.
Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of myself, and I am struck: Is this what I really look like? Is that really me? Sometimes it's a face I can't quite remember. The edges are different. The bones protrude a bit more. The expression is a bit more arch. The jaw is set more sternly. Or more softly. Sometimes I'm not sure I know what I used to look like. Or what I look like today. Sometimes everything seems altogether unfamiliar.
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