I live in my head so much that I find it odd to have a name and a face, though I've more or less gotten used to it. I've never seen anyone else mention that reaction to those very ordinary features of living.
"It is morning. I stand before the mirror and surprise my soul once more. Blue air rushes above my ceiling, there are suns beneath my floor." -- Conrad Aiken, from "The Morning Song of Senlin"
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Date: 2013-10-28 04:39 am (UTC)"It is morning.
I stand before the mirror
and surprise my soul once more.
Blue air rushes above my ceiling,
there are suns beneath my floor." -- Conrad Aiken, from "The Morning Song of Senlin"
Count me in. I'm sort of used to it, I suppose.