For some years now I’ve had this curious ability to sometimes
see pictures of faces when I close my eyes. It’s nothing like imagination; I
really do see them, as though they’re
being projected onto the backs of my eyelids. And an interesting, characterful
bunch they are, too – men and women, young and old, beautiful and
not-so-beautiful – but I never recognise any of them.
Who are they? People from my past? People from my future?
Memories of photographs I’ve seen that have somehow escaped from my
subconscious and become visually manifest? I’ve considered the latter to be the
most likely explanation, but if that’s the case, why only faces? I’ve seen lots
of pictures of lots of things that have impressed me, so why only the faces?
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