“Sometimes it seems that the faces exist of themselves in a disembodied somewhere, waiting for the clowns who will wear them, who will bring them to life. Faces that wait in the mirrors of unknown dressing rooms, unseen in the depths of the glass like fish in dusty pools, fish that will rise up out of the obscure profundity when they spot the one who anxiously scrutinises his own reflection for the face it lacks”
— Dec 12, 2025 08:04AM
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