This particular face is said to want, more so than any other, and carries with it an enormous thirst for life. It has that twinkle you'll see in the eye of every odd stranger out; one that locks you in a lengthy gaze, during which, you find yourself wandering the void of human perplexity. There is a grace that moves beneath the skin of this face like a current, an ease with which, these strangers approach life.
I remember him smiling at me knowingly, "Don't pretend it doesn't matter to you. Of all professions, a designer should understand the importance of practicing aesthetics."
A pretty face is the perfect packaging to the product we all crave: the soul. In fact, the face is merely an interface, with which we interact to experience the being behind it. This other worldly energy we all are so drawn to though, cannot be attributed solely to one's bone structure.
It is a presence that they carry, or that follows them. Essentially, it is a spirit, magnified almost, and growing like a black hole, consuming what it can until it cannot.
This is a face like Yehuda's.
I like what you're saying - in this removed interface, where words are only that words that we present as a face with prepared expressions; in this removed interface it is difficult to perceive the other clearly, for a rounder picture we need the face-to-face, unscripted experience.
ReplyDeleteAnd this, my love, is why you have my heart under arrest.
ReplyDeleteIt's a game of simon says, mi amour.
ReplyDeleteI'll start when you start.