These faces. They all look "anguished" or at least, somewhat disturbed.

As I think about it, that makes perfect sense. They are disturbed because they are an extension of who I am, and I feel disturbed ... I am disturbed by what I am, and what I see around me.

When I look in a mirror ... It is interesting and somewhat frightening.

I used to be young and handsome. I was vain. I would preen in the mirror, in love with myself. I still love myself, but I am no longer vainly in love with my physical self. That was a mistake, and a waste of precious time.

When we are young, we wonder what we will become. When we are older, we wonder at what we HAVE become.