- Vol. 05
- Chapter 10
Sometimes he felt like a man with no face, his face space occupied by a swirling mist of confusion. So he had to wait for it to settle down to see what emerged, wait to find his face for that day. Sometimes it was exciting, but only sometimes. Sometimes he wished for a blank space that he could fill himself with a Magritte apple. Or maybe a luscious peach would be self-fulfilling. Sometimes he wished he could wear the same face every day, wake up with it in place and know it would stay, know what he would be every day.