FLATTENED
Incoming and outgoing - all of it mediated through my own personal, two dimensional, wrinkle in space time. A world of faces, my own witless visage at it’s centre.
I can’t help but see my own oddities - too serious, awkward angle, dumb hair.
I didn’t sign up to to look at myself, that is your misfortune... at least it was. I face inward enough. Even if only momentarily can we let our meetings return to an absence of self.
