Imagine if we could only recognise a person by the clothes that they most recently wore

Tomorrow a green shirt confuses

a different hairstyle obscuring the countenance we once thought we knew


to be the only indicator of another’s identity

how funny

how stupid

how small

to judge another on anything at all

other than this omnipresent moment

for aren’t we all



that forgot our original faces

*Header photo (by me) a tumble weed comes to rest temporarily on a fence. By the next day it was gone, moved on, as had the thoughts of it in my head that sprang to mind when I took the photo.

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