Face / Kaleidoscope / Tongue
Who really needs the internet or games consoles or even books when we all have our own faces to entertain us? I don't know when my face became the epicentre of my own mindless enjoyment, but on reviewing the evidence on display here, I think I would be fine living in the woods far from all society, as long as I had a mirror to make faces at.
I can't understand the child me who was perpetually bored when not trading Pokémon or banging a drum. Maybe I just needed my face to change. Maybe it's all the little added details adulthood brought that made my face into high entertainment.
But still, I guess it's not just my face. It's a reference point for humanity as a species. It's the way light and shadow twist and turn and grow around it. It's physics and geometry and anthropology and a biological fixation in what I am and what other people are. It's everything, seen through the kaleidoscope of the self.
And the fact that I can roll my tongue.