My computer's anti-glare screen reflects.
Since I spend so much time in front of it, I'm being constantly mirrored.
It's interesting to shift my field of focus and see my own face blinking back.
I'll read a funny piece, a news article, missives from clients, and suddenly become aware of my own expression reacting to the words.
A strange image: a fairly well-defined transparent Debbie clone superimposed over my work. It's like the incarnation of the Ego (Oh. I wouldn't write that!
What would people think?)
Then, it reminds me of that H.R. Puffenstuff T.V. show where a big face lived in the sky, making itself visible for advice-giving and elements-rearranging (I think it was the personification of wind?).
My face's intensity surprises me: much of the time I catch myself pensive.
I mean, don't I seem the happy-go-lucky type to you?