


February 2026
I SEE FACES
I see faces, my sister says everyone does, but I think it’s not as extreme as the way I do. Maybe I’m just more interested or they stand out more to me. We often see them on prints and tiles and textures, well at least I do, do you? Do you see them in the sky, on the ground, in the trees, on a plain wall? Does your mind make them up like mine in inanimate objects, shadows or on intended patterned material? She says we all do so I really shouldn’t be preoccupied with these faces should I? But do they call out to you how they do to me? Do they want your attention and for you to stare at them? Do they nudge you to remember them or put them on paper in words or drawings? Do they seem like trapped things? Like they didn’t get the chance to make it out that sphere or dimension and now their last expression is all they have to communicate that they were once something but now stuck? Maybe I’m thinking about them too much that’s why they seem to have a story, or maybe you’re not as observant and open about them as I am. She says it’s a normal thing, but maybe I just might like faces more than the next person.