Analysing Your Brain, And Mine; A Self-Exploration

I think it’s very revealing to look at a picture and see where our mind takes us.
Sometimes in the happiest of places but most times in the darkest corners.

Who is that man?
Why is it raining from his beard?
My face looks like that in the morning when I forget to take my make up off the night before.
(I typed “forget” to conceal my lackadaisical disposition; conceded)
She looks happy though.
This is a weird picture.
I like that it’s black. I like black.
The wrinkles on the man’s forehead scare me a little. To think we all will grow old one day and precipitate from our facial hair.
It’s an odd thought.
No?