Whether it’s actually Fred or Fanny… it doesn’t matter….
at a certain age, you realise that the person in the mirror isn’t quite the one you remember.
I try not to look in too many mirrors….
but when I do, I have to wonder for a moment:
this woman…. she seems to move when I move…
and mimics the faces I make at her….
but… if she’s me… where did she get that face…. and what did she do to my hair?
Whether it’s actually Fred or Fanny… it doesn’t matter….
at a certain age, you realise that the person in the mirror isn’t quite the one you remember.
I try not to look in too many mirrors….
but when I do, I have to wonder for a moment:
this woman…. she seems to move when I move…
and mimics the faces I make at her….
but… if she’s me… where did she get that face…. and what did she do to my hair?