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Losing face
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Monday, April 03, 2006 |
A doll without a face - hmm this is an exciting prospect. A face you can create and recreate with a wipe of a sponge - a fresh canvas every time. How wonderful if we could do this - wipe off our painted on faces make ourselves new on a regular basis. No unpleasant carving or pulling or stapling - just wipe and go again. The stuff about character, the much loved lines and wrinkles - bullshit, isn't it? They don't want to see the marks on our faces, the so-called laughter lines which are really about screwing your eyes up against the sun against the light which glares but does not illuminate a whole lot. The lines on our foreheads caused by the down pressing of a million worries and anxieties - our poor little brows trying to hold them up - collapse is inevitable. The face muscle exercises in the gym - people give you a wide berth after a few Tourettes like grimaces and there is always room on the weights machines for you as the tattooed heavies head for the exit scared you might try to engage them in conversation.
But it's pissing into the wind of time - erosion is inevitable. If I were a mountain or an Indian Temple sculpture then it would be a different story ... |
| 5:05 AM
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