Every now and then, when i'm looking at someone, suddenly they disappear and all i see is a face looking back at me. I see two separate eyes and the creases on their lids. The iris shines with more specks of color than even Seurat could have imagined. I see the lips moving and i can almost picture the muscles maneuvering the dry, rough lips. Skin becomes living flesh supporting a rich diversity remarkable features. I see the shape of the head and the curves of the cheek. I can't believe what a small fraction of these details the mind uses to recognize someone; there's so much more there to see.
Posted by Matthew at March 25, 2004 10:27 PM