pardon

people tell you--usually people you've only just met, who perhaps cannot think of anything else to talk about--that you look like their cousin. or their childhood friend. or a random neighbor they once had.

that's interesting.

all you know is that you look like yourself.

but sometimes in the mirror, with your hair all sideways and tangled, you don't even look like that.

maybe you look different to different people. who can tell?

sometimes, when no one else is watching, you can pick yourself out of a crowd. of course it isn't really you, but something startlingly familiar and close is out there, pointing straight at you from the other side of someone else's life.

I'm not the only one that happens to, am I?

{ my excuses for not blogging much this week. }