Friday, April 18, 2014
The Same Folks, The Same Faces
I keep thinking that I see the same people over and over. Not the same person all day, but one person each day who looks exactly like someone I knew 10 years ago. This either means that I'm running into but ignoring old friends; I've seen all of the ways people can look in the world and now I'm beginning to see doubles; or I'm trapped in some Truman-Show-esque event and they're running out of extras. Or I suppose it's possible that the part of your brain that recognizes faces begins to get corrupt after you drink a lifetime total of 1000 pints of Guinness.