I pass this little patch of asphalt just about every day when walking the dogs. Oil drips form a face that is surprised to see me as I am.
Here’s another one, in the granite of my bathroom sink, sleepily looking back at me whenever I’m brushing my teeth.
It’s only a little creepy when I catch of glimpse of these faces. I wonder what they’re thinking, in their asphalt or granite world, seeing my face out in the air. Are they creeped out?
What if it was the face of a person who cut the stone or spread the asphalt? What if the countertop or the street contained the remains of someone? In the middle of a project, a worker disappeared. No one knows what happened to them. They just disappeared.
Maybe it’s just a reminder that someone is always watching you. There’s a camera in every store, on every doorbell, at ATM, and above traffic intersections. They are watching. Who? I don’t know. Someone.
Waite for it... 