Faces
I used to see faces.
Given any random pattern of spots on a wall, or swirls in a wood grain, or really any common thing, my eye would pick out faces. Smiling, mischievous, angry, bored - they were all there somewhere.
I remember once when I was about 5 I couldn't sleep, because I could see a scary looking face in a basket of toys. I didn't sleep until my dad came and rearranged them for me.
I've noticed I no longer see the faces, and I wonder when I stopped seeing them. I don't know if I'm just too steeped in seeing things for what they are, or if I just have a hard time seeing.
I think I'll look for faces.
Given any random pattern of spots on a wall, or swirls in a wood grain, or really any common thing, my eye would pick out faces. Smiling, mischievous, angry, bored - they were all there somewhere.
I remember once when I was about 5 I couldn't sleep, because I could see a scary looking face in a basket of toys. I didn't sleep until my dad came and rearranged them for me.
I've noticed I no longer see the faces, and I wonder when I stopped seeing them. I don't know if I'm just too steeped in seeing things for what they are, or if I just have a hard time seeing.
I think I'll look for faces.
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