front/side
you see a face from the side, the profile and the person is a total knock out until he turns and everything looks different. his face is too wide, eyes are too small and his lower lip looks weird. and it’s the same in reverse. from the front, he’s scary handsome and then he turns and he’s a chinless wonder with a shark fin nose. of course if we like them, they become beautiful, they ‘are’ beautiful. if we get bored, whatever they had in beauty stock gets deleted, attraction being the great deceiver, because for most of us, classic beauty is like classic rock on classic radio — a milkshake that tastes great at first and later makes you nauseous. and then there’s our very own face. we know it too well and not at all. on acid we’re a Picasso, cracked across the bridge of the nose, infinitely sad and funny all at once. it’s not unlike hearing our voice recorded and played back for the first time. THAT’S me!? that grotesque narrow nasal embarrassing sound which can never be gotten used to? others know that voice and face and to them it’s who you are. how you look. what you sound like. all these are parts of the ever impossible to put together and make sense of — the depth of surface.
This is an excerpt from my book, The Paragraphs — Cutlass Press
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